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Relaxing on the hotel terrace Absorbing the gentle dusk breeze I glance across the manicured field To the ever darkening trees Then something catches my wandering eye Making my whole body freeze It cannot be true, I swear I can see you At the tree line, down on your knees Is it the wine, or a trick of my mind Conjuring up your ghost Or is it the stale lack of closure From the person that frightened me most I reach out, feeling dizzy with fear And steady myself on a post Blink several times and focus again On my illusory, beckoning host Our time together was painful Your passion was bruised and blue Your threats and punches disguised In a love you declared as true When I finally found the courage To run for a life anew You followed and tried to take My spirit, though long had it flew And now it is many years later I thought I had broken free From the tears, unwarranted guilt Of whether the fault lay with me Yet here you seem to appear again Your arms reach out imploringly It seems you are trying to call Your mouth forms an unspoken plea I rise, turn and start to walk away I know this is all in my head I've had too much wine, too much time to reflect On things been and gone, once said And as I depart, back into the bar Off to safety and warmth of my bed I receive a text, of a car accident Announcing that you are now dead
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Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 2:33 PM UTC
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Relaxing on the hotel terrace Absorbing the gentle dusk breeze I glance across the manicured field To the ever darkening trees Then something catches my wandering eye Making my whole body freeze It cannot be true, I swear I can see you At the tree line, down on your knees Is it the wine, or a trick of my mind Conjuring up your ghost Or is it the stale lack of closure From the person that frightened me most I reach out, feeling dizzy with fear And steady myself on a post Blink several times and focus again On my illusory, beckoning host Our time together was painful Your passion was bruised and blue Your threats and punches disguised In a love you declared as true When I finally found the courage To run for a life anew You followed and tried to take My spirit, though long had it flew And now it is many years later I thought I had broken free From the tears, unwarranted guilt Of whether the fault lay with me Yet here you seem to appear again Your arms reach out imploringly It seems you are trying to call Your mouth forms an unspoken plea I rise, turn and start to walk away I know this is all in my head I've had too much wine, too much time to reflect On things been and gone, once said And as I depart, back into the bar Off to safety and warmth of my bed I receive a text, of a car accident Announcing that you are now dead
shelley-connor
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Feb 13, 2015
Feb 13, 2015 at 2:33 PM UTC
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