Hello PoetryVoting

Vote

Voting-Boards

Home

HomeFollowingInboxNotifications

Read

ReadLiftedFeedsHeartedHistoryMy WritingNew poem

Explore

ExploreOrbitsWordsTagsClassics
Log in
0
Stars
0
Embers
0
Alerts
0
Inbox

Vote

Voting-Boards

Home

HomeFollowingInboxNotifications

Read

ReadLiftedFeedsHeartedHistoryMy WritingNew poem

Explore

ExploreOrbitsWordsTagsClassics
Log in
0
Stars
0
Embers
0
Alerts
0
Inbox

Once again, From the start

There was nothing in this vast landscape of delusions, only illusions. A flower, a friend, a gift, a betrayal, a tear, a shattered mirror and perdition. The music of the euphoric nothingness enticing the darkness, calling for the shadows, everlasting, never ending. I know, I deserve this. Always threw the stone and looked the other way, the sin, the penitence, the lament, the void, the shallowness, the meaningless. Living each day a moribund marionette moving through the crowd an empty mess. The ticking, the hunger, the instrument, the mending of the ending, but then came you. An unexpected gaze wondering through my maze. Navigating each passage as if though you knew the way, a hindrance. Let me corrode here please, go away, I thought. I never said it. You remained here almost an embodiment of the hope I sought for so long, Perhaps this is another of my creations, a desire from the dire. Your hands are tepid, driving the frigidness away, maybe it's real? An hour, a day, a week, a period of time slowly passes. You are hope, my hope, my desire, my wish, my light and gentle day. I found the impatient clock fast-forwarding each hour until the time had come, to see one another. Your world was intriguing and vivid everyday was fun, every night a pain. Without a warning you brought the richness of the paint in to the callousness of mine. The sky once again blue, the birds with songs, the grass now green my world anew. Mere words such as “i love you” can't paint paint the picture, for it was more. And yet here I am again. Alone. Alive, not dead, back on the path to my journey. Collecting, standing, walking and eventually running through the paradox. Anew, exhumed, hope plastered once again against my chest, and as I cry, tumble, fall and learn; Each days is new, each meeting a joy and each moment thanking you. Good-bye! I bid farewell to you, let our past be remembered beautifully, and the present lived and the future build, as once again; I construct, destroy, collapse, laugh and dream.   As today the ticking resumes and I commence from where I stopped.
Request permission to use this poem
Written by
ady
28 / F / American
For You?
Written by
ady
28 / F / American
Published
Oct 14, 2013
Lines·Words
38·367
Tags
#depression#sadness#hope#breath#new#renewal#paradox#from#beginning#exhumed
Permission

Request to use this poem

Tell ady how you would like to use it. We review requests before forwarding them.

AboutBlogFAQPrivacyTermsContact
© 2009-2026 Hello Poetry/v27.0 by @eliotyork
Explore
Hello PoetryVoting
Write