"yourhand" poems
Lying in this bed I (insistently) made,
I find anything but satisfaction.
(Let alone...
comfort.)
Excavated artifacts encircle
My desolate frame,
Asking inescapable questions
Of a hard-fought,
Though fateful battle.
Haze begins to ^^clear^^.
Pigments melding to restore a
Grander painting...:
~__NothingButAnswers.__~
*too little.
...too late.*
I had lost sight
Of the all the magic that was you and I.
Lost track
Of the time we ~{infused}~ with beauty.
Lost memories
Of moments that molded my mind,
My heart, my soul...
Moved further
From my home nextto yours.
Wondering & Wandering,
Initiating dark internal wars.
I>>lost << you
in the crossfire and haze of doubt.
I lost [yourhand] within ]mine[
The moment I trifled with that
Reckless piece of weaponry.
Your face slowly disa| |ppe| |ar| |e| |d
From my sky.
Constellations forsook your name.
Nevertheless,
I could only look (vv)down(vv)
At the carnage I was conducting.
Blinders obscuring my ||every option||...
[[no]thing]
but
.endings.
My world was deficient
In beauty and splendor;
Void of love, light, and words like “forever”.
And [.__you__.]
Just standing there.
Forlorn.
In the [ ] center [ ] of my battlefield
Between [logic] and [emotion],
Palms open to the heavens,
With only questions
still gone unanswered.
I,
__The Fool__,
Not.once to look up,
Fall to my knees
And surrender my hands to your stArs.
Not.once question
Why I picked up that deadly instrument.
Not.once turn my gaze
From misguided mirage.
You were ≥right≥≥there≤≤,
All along.
Trying to make better sense of my riddles.
Trying to hold on to a listless wrist,
Whose pair was waging a worthless war.
I cry, now, (__drunk__with__sadness__,)
For those deprived fingers,
And how they desperately looked
For a hint of life
In my callus clutches.
I cry for the night's frozen wishes,
Fervently howling for my heed.
I cry for __The1One__
Who stood in the eye of my storm;
Devastated,
Obliterated,
Un /-_-/ [done].
These recurring reminders;
Now all that remains
Of our weathered pages(andpagesand...).
Footnotes tattooed:
Never to forget
How I couldn’t remember
The magic once sculpted
Inamomentof:
- ...forever...
Mar 3, 2018
Mar 3, 2018 at 2:27 PM UTC