“Have you ever conjectured what it’s like to be obscured?
Like a rain drop in the ocean a fish without water,
That blackbird above the sea that can no longer sing,
As that of a tree with no branches beneath thee,
Like walking straight and winding in curves,
And not even a terminus harbor afore me,
How I suffered with her love as not equal,
A love that was devoted with complete kinesthesia,
And how my love never seemed to bring comfort,
How sad my love was to subsistence in pain!
Love was nothing but a sizzling desert and no deluge
A love that made me realize you were adrift,
One need not love if love is not had hinder,
Always something missing as I gave my all to thee,
Your love for me I know now has been foiled,
I was like a knight that hadn’t been dubbed,
Left to a cloistered life with no concomitant”
By AG 06/14/2018 ©
Jun 16, 2018
Jun 16, 2018 at 10:28 PM UTC
“Have you ever conjectured what it’s like to be obscured?
Like a rain drop in the ocean a fish without water,
That blackbird above the sea that can no longer sing,
As that of a tree with no branches beneath thee,
Like walking straight and winding in curves,
And not even a terminus harbor afore me,
How I suffered with her love as not equal,
A love that was devoted with complete kinesthesia,
And how my love never seemed to bring comfort,
How sad my love was to subsistence in pain!
Love was nothing but a sizzling desert and no deluge
A love that made me realize you were adrift,
One need not love if love is not had hinder,
Always something missing as I gave my all to thee,
Your love for me I know now has been foiled,
I was like a knight that hadn’t been dubbed,
Left to a cloistered life with no concomitant”
By AG 06/14/2018 ©
By AG 06/14/2018 ©
Request permission to use this poem