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Gabriel Yale Jan 15
In Warsaw’s heart, I step inside,  
Old memories rush, I can’t hide.  
"My love," she smiles, "I’m glad you're here,"  
But I sigh, "I wish it were mine, my dear."  

The street outside, through glass so dim,  
I step out, the world feels grim.  
A crash - glass falls, she calls my name,  
"All’s well," I say, through bleeding pain.  

Her smile stays, my love remains.
This poem captures the deep nostalgia of returning to a past home, a place intertwined with past memories and emotions. The protagonist’s longing is not just for the home but for a time shared with someone special, a girl who represents both the past and the future. Though the pain is palpable, his desire to be with her and share this moment overrides it. The shattered glass symbolizes the delicate balance between vulnerability and love, where moments of joy are often tinged with unacknowledged hurt. In the end, his love for her remains constant, even as he hides his wounds in order to stay together.
dead poet Dec 2024
brain signals for blood:
a freight of the past revs to life;
generational curses come on board the ride
with their hefty baggage,
and roughneck IDs;

the nervous conductor lets them on -
offers them a ticket, and sighs -
‘this too shall pass.’
JoV Aug 2020
I wish to wake one bright and easy morning
Free of the pain
And the sadness that pulls me to the depths of the sea like an anchor
Chained to my feet as I try to kick
Thrashing against that which is inevitable.
But perhaps this pain would be lessened, if I looked to my feet and saw the anchor
Instead of your hands grasped around my ankles
Clawing at my flesh until crimson paints the waves
Perhaps the pain comes not from drowning
But from knowing
That the cause has been you all along.

— The End —