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Thou Art Weary, I Am the Flame In Thy Skin

Reach your hands out to sea

I’ll take them willingly

If you would so benignly please

An unworthy host as me.

 

I could believe in hope elsewhere

To run a hand through other soft hair

But I am far too unaware

Of strength residing deep down there.

 

You meant too much

I felt too little

When I was with you

All along

 

Called out of border

To carry the fears away

Of the peoples’ dreams

Seaside homes, under a great

Dark

Cloud.

 

Unbeknownst to me, I left

With you behind, I hardly wept

You tried to hold me close

With eyes beseeching

Won’t you love me?

With me breathing,

Can’t I love her?

 

You tried, I failed

You believed that love would dwell in my heart for you

I had missed any intentions

Of a future

Bright

Between the spaces of our fingers

Holding on

To the other.

 

Dreams have soared through my nighttime mind

Your hands may still stretch out

And I could perhaps

Dream of a day where it would kick enough sense around

In this

****

Brain

 

That I should have loved you when I had the chance.

 

But for now across this sea

A life is lost

My only companion is this gray dog

He never leaves my side

 

I should have never left yours.

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Written by
sofia-1
Serbian
Published
Jul 5, 2012
Lines·Words
46·219
Notes

Written in early 2010 for a then-friend who was struggling with a writer's craft freeverse poetry assignment and asked for my help. Regretting ever doing so because this was one of the best poems I'd written that year, perhaps ever, and she was a psychotic ***** who ruined my life for a good portion of that dark year. Anywho. Time to claim what's mine.

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