Healing the broken
could not erase the guilt,
could not erase the pain.
More and more they come,
wanting something
I don't know how to give.
They seek me out,
they suck me dry,
leaving me with
silent tears
for all I could not be.
If I could have done this,
or shown them that;
if I could have given them more,
shown them another way…
I fall down on my knees
and shout out in penitence,
I can endure not another minute!
Head bowed, I whisper,
my sins will have to go unpaid…
I’m going under again,
hair swirls about me…
arms in hopeless abandon
rays of sun can no longer touch me
as I float into the abyss again.
Erigeneia © June 2008
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I can imagine the drowning feelings in your words as waves of memory sweep you out into an ocean of regrets to be pulled down my emotional undercurrents in to the aphotic depths of melancholia.
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An apt poetic reply, fitting...and dead on.
~E.
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'Never give up. Promise me you will go on.' (I thought a couple of Titanic quotes were quite apt in the circumstances and in light of the last stanza).
This is extraordinarily difficult and painful to read but is also beautiful and incredibly effective. Enjoy the rain, cold and fresh on your face, B. Let those whose behviour has been abysmal - those selfish bloodsckers - face the abyss.
Bravo, but let this be an exorcism and not a prophecy.
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wow. that is beautiful!
i love it =]
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