Neglect Leads to Loss

Time for me has come to an abrupt and chilling standstill

My body wracked with an uncomfortable and nagging stiffness

A feeling of impending doom hangs over my clouded head

The scent of your perfume still lingers in the room, reminding me

It’s everywhere in fact; my hair, my clothes, and on my skin

Like a hot needle poking my heart, it is constant and continuous

An aged tape stuck on permanent loop plays through my mind

The last time we touched one another, and the aftermath

That memory invades every thought, controls every action

Wishing without any chance of success all the while

Wanting that moment back, as if I could possibly reverse time

Nothing matters, aside from lamenting that which isn’t now

This hard wooden chair my prison; a cell with nary need for bars 

In the middle of an empty room, a room once full of life

The brightly painted walls seem duller and claustrophobic

Lustrous gaiety in their swirled colors now resemble a hurricane

A storm from which no amount of speed will allow escape

Staring down at my calloused hands, watching them shake at will

I’m waiting for something, but for what I cannot truly say

Still holding tightly to that moment, rocking slightly, childlike

Yet progress is not measured neither forward nor back

This state of limbo that now haunts me, now holds sway over me

Every action has the same reaction and all paths lead to nowhere

With no place to look but upward, perhaps in feeble prayer

Perhaps another direction to lend balance to this confusion

Eyes clouded and sight dim, rewind, play, rewind, play 

Talking gaining volume, arms flying in all directions 

Now yelling, drowning out the noise and all opposition 

Right, wrong, maybe neither, maybe both, maybe just maybe

Aloud, unrehearsed and horse I cry, “Come back to me my love!!!”

I’m listening with all I’m worth and beg you again for everything 

The things I avoided, the words I misinterpreted, the moments missed 

This time it will be different, if you’d only come home you’ll see

No more neglect, you’ll come first this time around

I promise…….

 

 

 

R J Schwartz

I write about everything and sometimes nothing at all.I'm fascinated by old things, rusty things, abandoned places, or anywhere that a secret might be unearthed.I'm passionate about history and many of my pieces are anchored in one concept of time or another.I've always been a writer, dating back to my youth, but the last decade has been a time of growth for me.I'm continually pushing the limitations of vocabulary, syntax, and descriptive phrasing.

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R J Schwartz

I write about everything and sometimes nothing at all. I'm fascinated by old things, rusty things, abandoned places, or anywhere that a secret might be unearthed. I'm passionate about history and many of my pieces are anchored in one concept of time or another. I've always been a writer, dating back to my youth, but the last decade has been a time of growth for me. I'm continually pushing the limitations of vocabulary, syntax, and descriptive phrasing.

4 thoughts on “Neglect Leads to Loss

  • January 19, 2017 at 10:20 AM
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    Oh, how heart-wrenching this is, Ralph. The torment, the confusion, the sorrow is so alive in your words. Very well phrased and emotive.

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  • January 19, 2017 at 1:11 PM
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    Fortunately this person isn’t me. When partners stop listening to one another, then the barrier starts to form between them – this poor soul failed to see that eventually the whole thing would come crashing down. Sad part is that usually once someone makes the choice to leave, that’s it. The lesson behind this piece (in my humble opinion) is to listen more and talk less…….

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  • January 20, 2017 at 8:07 AM
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    Trust and a ready ear, two things that are the foundation of my marriage. But yes after a failed relationship all these thoughts run rampant through the mind and you start questioning what could have been different to make it work. Great piece Ralph ~Paul

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  • January 20, 2017 at 7:39 PM
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    I promise……. how many times have we all said that when it is too late?…awesome piece…

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