Not so love Poetry; The past does hurt

 

Thoughts crabbed and pale

consume the body

no tears yet, only that sick feeling

you’ll not be home tonight.

Losing you to another,

     the story of us.

 

People whisper, I can’t hear them,

I know what they say

    cowards, all of us.

Unable to speak the truth

over fear of being

            Alone

 (I am already there)

 

My unripened heart drags down

as I try to breathe, more like

clutching to my chest, dramatically,

needing attention to know

it’s actually happening.

More by this Author

  • Trust your writing
    0

    Trust and faith are part of your creative life and persistence helps as well. Creativity wants to work through you and at some point you have to step a side to let imagination take over.

  • Fog
    4

                    Fog Further into the slide of doom my thoughts linger with the fog of the morning tide - I think I made you up as...

  • Writing Whenever & Wherever
    0

    Writing is more than just putting words together to create a different world. Creativity is a way of life - sometimes you have to step out of the and let creativity take over.


Comments

No comments yet.

    Sign in or sign up and post using a HubPages Network account.

    0 of 8192 characters used
    Post Comment

    No HTML is allowed in comments, but URLs will be hyperlinked. Comments are not for promoting your articles or other sites.


    Click to Rate This Article
    working