Out Of Reach

With outstretched arms I take in your spectral being, 

The cold essence of your life,

A fractured hand upon time itself murmurs in your heart,

Tainted by it's cycles,

Where are you my beloved?

The land beneath my feet means nothing now,

When my stars refuse to shine, 

You are beyond the door easily opened,

The door most feared,

I cannot be where you are,

With these hands of the coward. 

You are ethereal in my disillusioned state of being,

Your silent footsteps do not wake me,

Though I know you are here,

The presence of your foreboding dread lingers,

Driving my mind into a state of materialistic torture, 

The stain blots upon my soul,

Spreading as the loneliness engulfs, 

The hands of the coward become the palms of a victim, 

Stifled by the very silence I created,

I was your life,

Now I'm trapped behind my doors.    

Author's Note

I Can't make it Rain by Malukah (Judith de les Santos)

Reviews

[MagicAl]

Great poem, lovely words and so heartfelt.

[Shezza]

Trapped behind the walls we build with our own hands. Great read!

[Jetta Zippora]

When I read this I felt like I was floating in a moonlit forest with water building up around me...it sounds bizarre but this poem transported me to another world and a place where time has frozen. :) Very haunting and beautiful, my friend.

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Awesome work:)))))))))))))))))))))))

[kublakhan27]

I can't put my finger on why exactly, but your poetry often puts me in mind of Keats...there seems to be that race against time, the need to feel love before crashing head-on with the inevitability of a young death.

You are beyond the door easily opened,
The door most feared,
I cannot be where you are...

These lines in particular deliver that despair with crystal clarity...a poignant and plaintive work...well done my friend.

[Scott Metro]

Some detached images...almost as though you were speaking to the dead.
Interesting.

Scott

[Sami Khalil]

A lot of wonderful lines in this poem. I really enjoyed the read...Bravo............

[icelandicblue]

I love the word choices in this piece. There is something in it that transports the reader to a different time and place. I was moved by the ending but the lines that spoke to me were these:

The land beneath my feet means nothing now,
When my stars refuse to shine,

The universe feels so very lost.

[badmalthus]

This is a very poignant write John-Paul.
Cheers...Harry