Failed

A calloused youth follows me.

Its something I can never hope to shake,

or even understand

I'm left with all these eternal yearnings

And all this misplaced emotion

Sought out in all the wrong places.

You can never begin to empathize

There is no way for me to hurt you enough to make you feel this.

When all I want is how's and whys,

all I have is silence

And your face haunting my mirror.

Sometimes at night I rock myself and wait,

hoping for some great Earth Mother to come.

Someone ever-loving and flawless,

Someone to hold me and tell me its okay to come in from the cold.

Someone to breath warm air into all these pieces and make them whole again.

But she doesn't come and I'm left to myself

To pull it all out from under the rug

Where you left me,

Where you left all of us.

There's no chance for apologies,

there's nobody on the line.

Your just you,

And I'm just me

And I suppose I have you to thank for it.

Reviews

[Eagle Cruagh]

"But she doesn't come and I'm left to myself"

Hmmmm ? Thought you were writing about a
lost boyfriend, seems I was mistaken.

The writing prevails. I started with the first line of
the first poem and find myself rushing off to read
another and then another.

Great writing !

------ Eagle Cruagh