Samantha's tear - The Narrative poem
A silver drop,
viscosity greater then life
Saltier, dissolving
where she stands
Taking with it an essence
most precious.
A blade of fire unrelenting
Sure striking as the rattler
Amid the thunder, rain, and lightning
shattering her id
syllables felt most acutely
She ran, feet feeling abuse
the body sympathizing
All in perverted harmony.
Time passes
Cocoon cracking from numbing slumber
Gives reason to the silver droplet
Event not so well remembered as felt.
How strange...
not to salve
what that tongue wove
a straight jacked of heartstrings
now thread bear from the pain.
Now isn't the time to think of it
she holds her self
as the jacket's fibers fall apart
leaving emptiness and yearning
Whom shall she covet?
She questions the clock forswearing rebirth
contemplating what might be gained
in a probable moment of weakness
a healing God forbid,
To battle the bitterness
rage unrequited
questioning all empathy
Yet yearning all the more safe harbor
not so blighted as the one
she left an hour before
Perhaps she will think of it
another day or time
but not now.
Comments
AUTHORThe substance of one's pain
can help one empathize with one
who doesn't exist
but tell stories
it would hurt too much to tell directly.
I am glad and sad this touched you
but pleased you stopped by here all the same.
Hauntingly beautiful, and sad.
Why can't people be more kind, or more understanding?
What satisfaction can one receive from offending another?
I have never read anything more poignantly or painfully, beautifully expressed...
As if by one who knows.
My heart aches for you.
Please keep writing.
Thank you, and thank goodness for the thwarting of the contemplated solution that is forbidden and no real solution at all!
