I am lost.
I reached out for someone;
you reached back.
I reveled in the contact of friendship;
it gave me courage to open up.
We danced. The issues were many and varied,
the affairs of state taboo,
as are the affairs of God.
Yet, there was much to discuss:
thoughts hidden from others,
feelings expressed to no one else.
We laughed, we cried,
and even managed to drink ourselves silly.
But, when I fell, drowning in the pit,
lost in the darkness of my mind,
you withdrew the hand.
The easy, casual relationship was gone.
It is my fault.
I wanted more than you would give.
I needed more than you could give.
So, I crawled up from the pit, alone,
with help from no one, but my small friends.
The ones who do not judge.
The ones who do not criticize.
The ones who have all the time
to devote to me all the time I need.
The oblivion they share is enveloping.
It cocoons me in the warmth of indifference.
I do not feel the pain.
I do not feel the need.
I do not feel the shrug.
I do not feel.
©2004 rous
11/15/2004
Author notes
What happens when you reach out to someone? Do they respond with caring and hope? Or with indifference? And what happens to you when the hand is withdrawn?
Entered in the contest: The Ink You Spilled Before.
by Individuality http://allpoetry.com/contest/2336299
Written November 15th, 2004
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a good poem. i thank you kindly for entering your poetic piece and good luck to you in this contest - spill ink and twist me into the crazy shape of love...
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You are quite welcome, and thank you for considering my poem.
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It is about a friendship, but it is also about the underlaying problem that leads to my sabotaging friendships. It is about letting the least thing upset you to the point that you cannot maintain a relationship. Do you know what it is like to constantly watch what you say and do so that you will not offend another party for fear that they will desert you? Even if it is not true? That is my life. A constant wariness. It is depressing. It is almost dibilitating. And I live with it.
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this is really good...threw me off a little at first but then i got it....good luck in the contest
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Again I thought this was beautifully written and a wonderful poem. But felt this was more about friendships lost, and being let down when you most needed help by those you thought cared, rather than depressions hold over you. Excellent write thank you for entering.
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