Sometimes you have to give up and admit defeat


The meeting

I dreamt the dream again
It repeats
Always the same
Built on borrowed uncertainty
An uncompromising battle within me
I dream it again and again
Shakes the very core of me
Lingers for days within
Then Draws out through my mouth
Opening the door to feelings
I'll soon descend back into the Then

I'll be at the same meeting
Again and again
It years since it happened
The intensity burned
My insides ached
His icy stare penetrated my heart

As I was leaving
My insides screaming
He was not following
This lead to this meeting
The last

During the night I used to watch him
Constantly breathing
The steady rise and fall of his chest
I needed this certainty
As the moon that shared all my nights
With clenched fist and warm soft breath
Reassuring me for now
He was alive
The steady rise and fall of his chest

I had become a mistress
His other lover insisted
On keeping her talons in him
So he kept descending into the furrows of the unknown
A place I would not follow
A place I would not go

I fought her for years
Then finally gave up my fears
Walked away in tears
This brought our last meeting
The last

I was standing
He was staring
The taxi waiting
My tears started spraying
My heart near to breaking
Me needing a fresh start

This form of addiction
Is not forgiven
My love equipped it from the start

We are both staring
The north wind is blowing
The sun on heated sidewalk

The heroin withdrawing from his blood
The scales are weighing
Between me and his other love

He started turning
My mind started reeling
My hands started shaking
He kept on walking
This brought our last meeting
The one that shattered my heart




Poetry by little-known
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Written on 2013-12-19 at 15:07

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You tell a great story, but oh so sad. Your style is so direct, it becomes addictive.
2013-12-21