November 29, 2012
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Undone…
Desperate and alone
I replay those moments over in my mind
Like a never ending loop on a movie reel
The growing ache is slowly tearing me apart
I reach out into the night but you’re no longer there
And all I can feel is the cold air wrapping herself around my skin
Teasing me, laughing at me in all my misery
Leaving me to fall to my knees
Coming completely unraveled by the sound of my own silent screams
Who will save me now when I’ve come undone
And in the stillness that follows the winds as she retreats into the night
I hear her calling out to me one last time
….No one
Comments (6)
Ouch. Damn powerful writing.
“Who will save me now that I’ve come undone?” “No one.”
And that says it all with no explanation needed.
Your poems make me come ‘undone’ more often than not, Storm and always because they touch much to close to home. ((((HUGS))))
@MyHomeIsWriting - thank you so much
@MzSilver - I guess that’s why I like you so much, we relate so easily on the same level, unfortunately it’s not always the good one, thanks for my mini!
Wow.. Very well done
We all yearn for someone to save us sometime.
There is no way to calm the storm, to lessen the pain, to cast off the shackles of despair. In time, the fortunate learn to ride the tempest, feed off the pain, and reforge the shackles int armor for their souls. May you find your hammer and anvil soon, and may the tempest’s bridle fit your hands well. Be safe, and seek solace in any port you can.