Alone.

unfolding...

 

I am mornings before the dawn

unveiling

crumpled bedspread sheets a hollow space

where comfort once found

your slumber deep

 

I find an echo of your breath

 

as my tears interupt

a yawn a stretch

and trust feels like a home invasion

a rape save for the flesh

 

I am a trail of moisture

upon the cheeks, the search

throughout a graveyard home

yielding empty halls,

bleak,

of no fruition... a tomb.

 

I am the ache within this mourning,

with harsh and sordid

imagination

roaming as thoughts of you

in someone's fever

slice again my veins to open

unleashing avalanche and barrage 

of shadowy torment...

 

I am the home now unkempt

the dust on portraits

in sepia's gloom

the sound of barefooted clapping

on hardest wooden floor

 

a room lacking conversation 

without a care

of why or whom

 

I am the strength which wanes

the more waves punch

the cliff and shore

as my reserves begin to drain

collapse into bed and pillow lay

 

I am the hope which cries

to only stay

pray and dying in these

sobs of promises unbade

 

I am a tomorrow

of love unmade ...

I have been blind told to

break...

 

I am alone

since all of our yesterdays

when you romance your secrets

with escapades

 

I am the hush that must escape

never knowing

all the facets of every face

unfeeling

replaced

I am a violin

from some distant space,

 

a wish

i yearn to say

 

display my tears out loud

and loudly ask you

love me

if just only

for the sake of today

 

for I am

lonely... 

for I am the light

at night unfolding...

Reviews

[Great Aunt Astri]

I thought this was a really good poem. I love the 'I am's' which you identify with.

[Kat Williams]

just wow...i don't know if i want to cry because it hurts or weep from the beauty of the moment. pain is sometimes good.

[Chris Willits]

Oh this is very good. Very descriptive and emotional. I liked all of it. 'for I am lonely...I am the light at night unfolding...' it's just great.