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Heartache

Contributed by sicknivesevered on Tuesday, 23rd March 2004 @ 11:02:43 PM in AEST
Topic: PoemsonBeauty



The stars enfeebled me that night
They shone bright like the eyes of love
Reminding me of beauty that I had once held
Trembling in my arms
The waves below lapped softly against her side
Purring into my ears
But as I made my rounds I found the same empty cabin

But then gently
Your voice I could hear
The cooling breeze playfully bounced your lullaby onto my face
And the feeling was overwhelming
It was so familiar
It bore into my heart
I steered her closer to your presence
And then the two became one
The unification was overpowering
Something lost for so long now singing in my ears
But then something unimaginable occurred
You surfaced and she submerged
And I slowly floated onto your cool touch

Surprised yet happier beyond words I arose
More existed in you I was sure
The comfort that I seeked
The needs that were stolen by her
But I could not help one look back at the tragedy
Drifting away, farther each moment
Her ruins scattered on the horizon
I barely noticed the teardrop that cascaded down my right cheek
Carrying away all remorse

Your whispers became stronger
And focused me once more
I had to press forward
I had to see your inner beauty
But as I neared the heart of your being
I hit solid rock
A wall
A barrier keeping me from the true you
A seemingly mandatory step
Your song was louder than ever
But sweeter than I could bare
I tore at myself
I lashed out at my own wasted time before
All the moments slain because of my cowardice
Self-loathing ruptured my whole
Blackness stabbed at my sight
The end swung before me
Toying with its newly found victim

But then you were there
The thing I was searching for
Longing for since the death of her
You were prettier than I had ever imagined
And your sunshine warmed my scars
I laid down and made a bed in your soul
Away from the rotting grove where she had carried me before
Sleep came instantly in your nurturing embrace
Rocking me into a nirvana of contentment
Knocking me out to await
The inevitable heartache




Copyright © sicknivesevered ... [ 2004-03-23 23:02:43]
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Re: Heartache (User Rating: 1 )
by ShadowDaughter on Tuesday, 23rd March 2004 @ 11:12:06 PM AEST
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Y'know, I'm not even going to try to come up with some hollow, forced little comment: "nice job", "good imagery", "well done", etc. I wouldn't cheapen this with something like that . . . but for the record, I just reread it for maybe the third time. And I get the feeling it won't be the last.

If I could find a compliment that fit, I'd say it. As I can't, just picture me being really, REALLY, impressed.

Wow.

--Nora


Re: Heartache (User Rating: 1 )
by badlander on Wednesday, 24th March 2004 @ 01:00:00 AM AEST
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Bravo,maestro.Thank you for allowing me to partake.




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