|
 Menu
|
|
|
|
|
Social
|
|
|
|
|
WAIL
Contributed by
TooMuch
on
Thursday, 2nd September 2004 @ 11:27:14 AM in AEST
Topic:
LostLove
|
There's a pair of trousers in front of my eyes
So I can't see you
That's better
This way
Backstage, between the whirrings
Shudders
Wanting
It is
A perfect anaesthesia
To see
How a warm and unfamiliar embrace
Can make a wastebin seem inviting
Can suck a whisper in too lightly
Almost empty
Done from owning
Here, within this carrion darkness
Hats and jackets
Fits and names
The undersides of curls
I am the only one to blame
There are scents of christmas
-fresh blood and infatuation
Viscous and ridiculous
I am forgetting
Come, this way
Isn't it enough
To hesitate?
To touch
Regretting?
Enough for those who made you
Treasure every little loss
You loved
Just for the sake of misery
A throated inhalation
And simply catching raindrops
So I can't see you
Here
Copyright ©
TooMuch
... [
2004-09-02 11:27:14]
(Date/Time posted on
site)
Advertisments:
|
|
|
|
|
|
Sorry, comments are no longer allowed for anonymous, please register for a free membership to access this feature and more
|
|
All comments are owned by the poster. Your Poetry
Dot Com is not responsible for the content of any
comment.
That said, if you find an offensive comment, please
contact via the FeedBack Form with details, including poem title
etc.
|
|
|
Re: WAIL
(User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on
Thursday, 2nd September 2004 @ 11:44:49 AM AEST
(User
Info | Send
a Message)
|
I really liked this.It wasn't too long. This had the great imagery of the angst we feel in letting go, yet holding on, to something, no longer there.
Good job!
Angel always...joni |
|
|
|
· 
Poetry
Community
Members
Areas
Reference
Search
Top
Others
