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Soliloquy of Loss : The Bitter Tang of Regret

Updated on May 30, 2012
Loneliness
Loneliness
Distance
Distance
Path trod together
Path trod together
Helpless
Helpless

I stand alone on this barren beach,

Let the salty breeze embrace and twine

The sorrow sown of another’s deeds

Done in love, born of passions wrong

On my frail frame that sways unscathed

Of the blows that haven’t missed a mark.

There’s turmoil within, I feel it now

The sea’s fury, a balm for that youthful lark.



I remember an age when hope still lived,

I have a memory of happiness built

On sodden planes my heart freely bared

Before the eyes that brimmed of promises

Never meant to last, never to fulfill.

Yet a fantasy I wove, a fool to live

In an instant that stretched the realm of time,

In dreams that sang of future’s bliss.



Today I tire easily, feel weak to blink

To a world void of your eyes, a wind bereft of the scent

I cherished so long, I prayed would go on

Forever for my being to be normal

Alas, you moved away, legions apart

Where my feeble thoughts alone are permit

To be with you once again

To fabricate a life that was never to last.



I should have known it was all a ploy

A plan you planned for a sweeter goodbye

You embraced death in the shadow of rage

I willingly showered without a care

Thinking the worst, fierce for my heart

That had taken blows from all around.

I cry a sea of regret, I curse the blindness

That froze my heart for your certain farewell.



The sun has settled down, the waves rumbling

In synch to the lulling anguish I feel

Amidst bouts of anger, for never knowing

How you played my fears for wear

How you ensnared my senses so strong

I failed to see you disappear, I failed to grasp you

To keep with me, to fight till the end

To defeat the death that claimed you.



Maybe it’s all for good, maybe I’ll be cured

Of this pain that’s become a disease,

An addiction I can’t do without.

I crush the soaking sand beneath

With toes that aspire to cage

The remnants of the path we once trod.

Yet, they drain away, flowing back

To the abyss where I lost you too.

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      Vincent Moore 5 years ago

      This is pure brilliance, you are gifted my friend and a pleasure to read. Very powerful words here that brought my senses to a past that you felt and penned with each verse. We are bestowed with memories of our past many pleasant and a few soiled and bitter and stained.

      I was moved, thus your work as a poet was answered by your reader. Poets who move their audience can be pleased. Voted UP and all buttons pressed except for funny. Well done, bravo.

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      silverstararrow 5 years ago from India

      Thank you so much, Vincent, for those very kind and supportive words. I'm highly obliged that this piece of poetry has moved you. As you've said, my work as a poet has been answered if my reader can relate to what I have to say.

      Thank you for voting up this hub. Your words will serve as an inspiration for the future, no doubt. :)

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      IsadorasThought 5 years ago

      I am so glad you decided to "go online" and share your talent.

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      silverstararrow 5 years ago from India

      Thank you Isadoras for your kind words. I'm truly flattered. I look forward to write even better hubs in the future.

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