Do not leave me lingering in false hope
And cradle the child that's torn the years apart.
The days are still thinning, and the end is still trickling
Down the window panes, magnifying and crystallizing.
Failure to succeed in exaggerating the unfamiliar,
None of it makes sense; somehow I am falling into the same habits
In missing you, in longing for the fingers that were once upon my back
Leaving me tingling in its effective after touch.
Clouds no longer bother my imagination, the rain continues to torment me
And the pain etched on my face has long cast out the damage
You have done in going away, and in never returning.
I often conclude the night by watching the stars dance and mingle
With one another, but not once do I see a parting the way we have long parted.
Never do I cease to envy each passing moment when two arms are close as one,
And two souls bound so intimately in front of me, as I have felt the loss
And the despair, and the crawling of self destruction after feeling nothing more
Than the chuckles in the next room, reminding me that time has deceived me.
And I recall that I have felt the agony strumming crossly in my lungs,
And I have felt the strain in my organs adding depth in my eyes,
For the waves against my heart have crashed a thousand times
And I am consumed in age.
And in you.
A contest entry
- Heartbroken by Love-Lee.
300 points, ended January 1, 2008, 44 entries
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a great deep poem thank you for sharing your poem with the group
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nice
ya that was good and by the way i read the poem and then i read these word that seemed to line up together its one of the thing i like to do.
k read all those one word that poke out the most ya thats what i read...Habits back torment me have longed parted are close as one the loss nothing more deceived me lungs and in you...that was the nes i seen and read it mean something to me what u were saying. reat job keep it up -
Deep poet....very deep
I enjoyed reading this.
great job
ephiphany
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Wow... And I am consumed in age... And in you... Powerful words I love this, I cried... It reminds me of him... we've been on and off for a while then stayed together and are now apart. He loves the longing for the fingers that were once upon my back
Leaving me tingling in its effective after touch as you put it, wonderful write! Thanks for the entry! -
nicely said
effective poem . . expresses the loss well . . and the envy which is often a part . . like "The days are still thinning, and the end is still trickling" . . and "the crawling of self destruction after feeling nothing more" . . nice write !!
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