Winding roads try to take me back to a place I don't want to go.
I think I need to see you, to make you suffer like you did me
No one got to me like you did, you broke my heart, it never healed
Demons visit me every night, reminding me of what we had, what we lost
My mind tells me I am tilting at windmills, my heart tells me different
I am lost, travelling the same road over and over, never making my destination
Love should have been enough, it was for me, Not for you. You needed more.
Life brought us together, and tore us apart. I wonder if you grieve now for me.
Stopping, I turn back. I am not ready to face this (you) yet. The wounds are still raw.
A contest entry
- Semi-Quickie #2 (give me soul) by iamlost.
800 points, ended November 22, 10 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I could really feel the emotion in this, especially in those last few lines. The extended metaphor of the road also worked well in this.
Thanks for your entry,
~lost
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I can so relate to this write. Beautiful how you used the prompt. Luck in the contest.
Sharon
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I like how you related windmills to the affairs of the heart. Very clever.
(why didn't I think of that?)
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Ooooh, raw wounds of the heart! I like how you express the temptation of wanting to make sure someone is hurting as equally as we are.
"My mind tell me I am tilting at windmills..." I really like this line a lot, it's like an entire poem in those 9 words.
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Very strong work poet! A lot of people will relate to those words!
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