If I said that I’m over you, I meant almost
Stuck in my room reading poems to your ghost
The script we wrote together, left by the lamppost
Outside the house we almost bought, it was so close…
I’m still alive today but I’m barely breathing
My broken soul needs you, or a deeper cleaning
I said that I’ve moved on, but I’ve lost my meaning
When he said what he said what were you believing?
I couldn’t see the signs, there were no little notes
No breadcrumbs to follow, no odd scents on your coat
I guess my nose deceived me with my heart engrossed
My love was overflowing, yours had chartered lifeboats.
I still use the sheets on the bed we used to sleep in
Tear marks wet the pillows I cry on when I’m grieving
Your voice was the song I listened to, when uneven
Nothing breaks even there’s edges we aren’t perceiving.
Being left alone has its pros, but mainly throes,
No words help, the breadth of suffering never shows
My empathy exposed, I fade between the shadows,
Willpower missing, my depression is diagnosed.
I saunter around, my therapy is drug seeking
I’ve been to meetings, about demon deleting
And defeating my pangs, but they keep succeeding
My Chaos heart keeps cleaving, while order keeps leaving.
This was once a love story, we wore different clothes
We went out dancing, and we’d rub each other’s nose
Like Eskimo kisses do, I’d buy you a single rose
And tell you our love will blossom as one, as it grows
But lo! All you saw was the wilting petal bleeding,
Necrotizing, dying, as the air was short, unbreathing
All of your nightmares and worries were interweaving
With our lives, so you left, and now I’m the petal bleeding
My heart has not healed, it may never I suppose
How long since you’ve reached for me, when was I deposed
Did this love we had even begin to decompose
When did the light die, when was the moment that you chose??
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9 thoughts on “Dying Light”
A passionate pain this is, one I know all so well having recently had the same thing happen to me after two decades of what I thought was the rest of my life, suddenly be pulled away. Very powerful work.
Ralph I’m so sorry to hear that. These are past pains for me that resurfaced its ugly head in a memory. It was definitely painful and terrible times so I sympathize with what you are going through. Love there one minute gone the next. Thank you for you comments. Much appreciated.
Don’t you worry about me Paul. Just keep on publishing. Your poetry is always deep and filled with raw emotions.
Oh so emotive and heart-wrenching. Great work, Paul. Your works always keep my eyes riveted on each word. Well done.
Thank you so much Phyllis. These were troubled times but they are far in the past Thank God.
A lyrical song worth singing Paul. Well crafted and emotional. Thank you for sharing. Jamie
Thanks so much Jamie I’m glad you read it. Appreciate your comments
An emotional piece, Paul, that many of us can relate to. Excellently woven through your incredible poetry.
John always appreciate your kind words. Thank you for taking the time to read it.