Love Surrounded

When it's hard to make sense of feelings inside, it makes it even harder to make sense of decisions made in the past.

If only I knew what I was doing

I wouldn’t miss you so much

or second guess the touch

I wish I could have back

because the lack of you

keeps the one half cold

and the other half feeling old

and in ruin.

 

If I could handle the new life

being built so damn quick

like a wall made of brick

and mortar mixed with jealousy

to hold it together

I think I could weather

this storm of black feathers

that cuts like a knife.

 

If there was a way it made sense

it wouldn’t have come to this

but it did and the fleeting wisp

of your scent on the sheets

beats me to the ground

and now I’m down,

done with love surrounded

by a barbed-wire fence.

 

Reviews

[floarealbastra10]

Great poem

[kirsten]

You're very good at pushing all of your emotions through you're writings. Amazing.

[Lydia Blackwell]

you are really really good! You have the ability to totally put me there where you are at.

[Cheryl J. Turner]

This piece is so full of saddness it hurts to read it, but it is wonderfully written.
I hope you have found a way out of your darkness, I have been there and it is hard to get out but it is possible.

[Wolfwind Words]

The last stanza strikes the hardest blow I would think. Many times in my life I've felt that way...It's the smell that does it. A fleeting memory that wisps into the nose and floods the mind with visions of the past.

Sigh...Hang in there Adam... It's tough now.. but you'll make it through these times of black feathers and half cold ruins. Remember, where there are ruins, there is brick. Brick that can be a foundation to stepping stones to a better and brighter land.

Your Friend,
Aaron Wolfie Maycroft