Not together.

I wrote this for the Phobia contest. Enjoy!

            You arrived today and took everything away.

The fear, the mind killer, the alone.

Bargain made, deal struck, and now the gifts displayed.

            I have it all, but another’s touch.

The melodious accord kissed so sweet,

            should have read the fine print.

Traded sanity for sanctimony,

            were I to have left well enough alone.

Ironic power of my will,

            leaves me to devices of my design.

It’s not the bullet, it’s the impact,

            triggers hopelessness, bangs remembrance lost.

To touch but not to feel, to eat but not to taste,

            to breathe without scent, to see without color, to have but not to hold.

The creepies, the crawlies, do not stir my mind to flight.

            I embrace the unknown, to find the life worth living.

I fear the alone, the solace, the nothing – to never connect again.

Reviews

[lori c]

okay, i am sniffling reading and rereading this. i wont say which line, but one certainly made very real for me a sad sad memory of someone close. a lot of poems trigger memories, but dont necessarily make me cry over it. such triggering power in just a few words. this phobia and i are intimate friends. very excellent.

[Tania Leigh]

This poem can be interpreted several different ways, which gives it dimension and makes for a very thought-provoking read. Great job!

Thank you for entering the contest.