this time
it would be different,
you told me in confidence.
happiness
poured
from the depths
of your soul
like liquid fire.
it was radiant
and pure...
as if you were a new
creature
borne into an old skin.
we reveled
in the fresh opportunity
which presented itself
so boldly.
but old habits
are like new lovers.
they fade into view,
bringing with them
hope laced with familiarity.
piece by piece
the understanding,
which was under construction,
dismantled,
falling into the crumbs
of the you
i remember so well.
emptiness~
void and incapable
of passion or reason.
staring into the blackness,
that is your identity,
all that peers back
is that which always was...
nothing.
the past,
tearing at your
flesh,
calling your name.
one must step away
to find
who will search for them
in their absence.
i reluctantly
turn
from your
trail of delicacies...
knowing
you won't follow
the
creation you birthed.
mmm....for me this made a dramatic turn at one must step away
ReplyDeleteto find
who will search for them
in their absence...and rolled hard from there...really nice wurdz
Can tell you reached deep. But I had to quote that, that takes vision to see in charater.
ReplyDelete"but old habits
are like new lovers.
they fade into view,
bringing with them
hope laced with familiarity."
This passage...
ReplyDelete"as if you were a new
creature
borne into an old skin"
...is for me one of the most illuminating in your composition, framing the subject in the narrator's specific perspective.
It is so hard to get beyond the patterns and habits that have become a part of us. I read sadness in this.
ReplyDeleteRead it over and over. .. its deep man...
ReplyDelete"i reluctantly
turn
from your
trail of delicacies...
knowing
you won't follow
the
creation you birthed."
This is all out an awesome poem.