So it was...
  

So it was

that I was cast adrift

and left to my own devices.

My own, intoxicated mind

stymied in its own juices

and spit out

an endless stream

of thoughts and images

that were the death of love.

This was the

bottom of the pit of hate

and disdain!

This was the well-worn

feeling of personal

sorrow;

fitting like an old, raggedy

gray fleece sweatshirt

stained with my sweat

sewn from my own

desires.

 

So it was

that I wandered alone

in what was once

the fertile ground

of my own mind.

I couldn’t even hear

the sweet timbre of her voice

amidst the avalanche of tears.

The endless cacophony

of images that

ran amok inside

my empty shell

were always of her.

I dove headlong

into the bottle of my

supposed salvation

pulling the amber covers

over my eyelids

shutting out the light,

drowning the noise

of a heart

loudly breaking.

 

So it was

and always shall be

that I did this deed

unto myself.

A master craftsman with an

iron hammer designed for

laying waste to

my own foundations.

I stood on the highest branch

and sawed off the

path behind me.

She never said

goodbye.

I had said it

with tears in my eyes

as I spilled open my heart

for her to see.

“Please don’t love me anymore.”

she pleaded.

“I can’t love you any more.”

I said in earnest,

“Nor can I love you

any less.”

 

 


Comments:
 
StarPoet   StarPoet wrote
on 9/12/2008 9:43:31 PM
Dazzling. You use words and emotions that go straight to the heart. You nailed this one!

Warriorprincess55   Warriorprincess55 wrote
on 9/9/2008 6:44:15 PM
Jazzcat, an absolute beautiful piece of art!

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The remnants of a one-sided love...
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