It hurts to move, to breathe
But I'll sit here for the world to watch
Dying across the street from the church
Memories, oh sweet, impossible memories spill from an open doorway
Like a fiery liquor, tequila, poured from it's bottle
Smooth yet sloppy, gracefully and fluid
And like a drunkard I greedily drink them in
The visions scalding me, burning my mind
As I glut myself and walk eagerly to my demise
You spent your life here, close to the church
Your dark head bent in silent reflection
And though you rarely said it
You waited for me to join you in those pews
Oh, how I yearn to sit beside you
To lose myself in your dark eyes
Wrap your hymn-singing voice around me
Like your arms once had
I can see the life we imagined
As I sit there, by your side
Images of dark haired children, dogs, and houses
Haunting me, clouding my sight in loss
I can almost touch you, almost
Reaching out my hand to grasp yours--
Pain explodes through my body, once, twice
Shattering bliss and sorrow at seeing you once more
The young priest has come outside and sits beside me
Holding my outstretched hand
Calling me back as I fight for the light
I raise my weary head from where it hit the bench-back
Looking desperately for your familiar face
As those glorious doors are slowly closing
My hand is pulled from the nice boy's hand
He's not you, he's not you, he's not you
And as you're gone, so am I now....
Author notes
Just thoughts... It's not really put into any form, and the breaks don't symbolize anything but where the ideas kinda differ.
A contest entry
- Open The Door by nichtmich.
2625 points, ended October 14, 2008, 12 entries
Honorable mention
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Hmmmish......
Comments
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Oh I really love this one! It has much more depth and sorrow. One totally understands why you leave the priest's side and go through the door without regret. Kudos, when your muse visits she is strong as is this poem. The last line is especfially awesome. Thanks for letting me have this second read.
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No, thank you for reading it again. I feel a li'l proud of this poem, as it's one that's helped break through my immense case of writer's block. Thanks again!
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Very poignant, both a little sad and comforting at the same time. The poem flows softly with a powerful message.
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ooops, I meant to take this from the contest, I didn't have enough time to finish it. Thanks, though! ^_^
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