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Once ! Yet another poem

Updated on November 15, 2012
Head of a woman, by Jean Jacques Henner (1829-1905)
Head of a woman, by Jean Jacques Henner (1829-1905) | Source
She shall be called Woman, By George Frederic Watts (1817-1904)
She shall be called Woman, By George Frederic Watts (1817-1904) | Source

The demons in your head

Have driven me crazy.

Chemical imbalance !

The good doctors have said.

Still, I tarried eight years

For you to get better.

But instead, you got worse,

Taking me down with you.


And so I moved away

To resist temptation

And not come back to you,

For on impulse I would.

Did I ever tell you

That it took me two years

To regain sanity.

Life is a bitch, ain't it ?


Now, all these years later,

You still get on my mind.

And in dreams I see you.

Will I ever know why

Things couldn't be better ?

As much as I want to,

Will I ever forget

The pain of your beauty,


We were so happy once

That I let my guard down

And didn't see coming

The storm that took away

My most precious jewel :

You, who I sorely miss,

You I cannot forget,

You I fear I still love !


Nocturne visions of you

Undefined, in a haze,

Night after night ensure

That the wound stays open.

And then in the morning,

As I wake exhausted,

Searching the bed for you,

Reality bites back.


Now in the fall of life,

At last I have found peace.

Inner tranquility.

Overall happiness.

But a link is missing

To the chain of my life,

And the void it has left

Has a shape just like you.


Many women around,

I will give you that much.

And I've met quite a few.

Well, in fact I still do,

To none I get so close,

For the shadow of you

Always stands in between

To shield my interest.


I wish I did believe

There is life after life.

It would be wonderful

To think we'll meet again

In some godly heaven.

But I can't bring myself

To swallow that dream pill.

Dust to dust it shall be.


Don't let me gab so much,

You have better to do.

Relish the memories

Is what I'll keep doing.

Regrets ? I have a few.

Of hope an empty shelf.

But look at the bright side !

I can brag about this

Which not many can do :

I was once loved by you...


For M.A.R. November 2012, Florida

Copyright 2012 by Austinhealy, his heirs and assigns.

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      ahorseback 4 years ago

      Pretty darned nice my friend !++++

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      Bernard J. Toulgoat 4 years ago from Treasure Coast, Florida

      Pretty darned nice of you to think so, my friend. Thank you so much for such encouraging words.

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      QudsiaP1 4 years ago

      This is a beautiful addition to your wonderful collection Austin. Very easy to relate and very heartfelt.

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      Bernard J. Toulgoat 4 years ago from Treasure Coast, Florida

      Thank you very much for your warm comment. It's always a great pleasure to write a piece that someone else can relate to.

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