You were there

You were there

A Poem by Corset

Can I change the way the morning betrays me? 

...for when I awake you will no longer be there 

nothing but remembered words and insane doubt 

at dawns awakening and the unfriendly duplicity... 

but before that comes,  the hour of comfort 

and belonging Is mine.


 I refuse the fear through breath and sheer will,  

tears are held at bay, unworthy of compromise. 

But You are there... 

as I tumble past the witch's hour 

within the warming last of each darkest morn 

you are always there standing rigid within the trees 

but 

' ...you ARE there and so am I " I say to myself

promised, rejected, 

sometimes with or without apology. 

 

The days honor grows colder within this grasp 

and I begin to fret and worry; 

the pain becomes tangible, physical 

...and the colors begin to fall and fade  

Brilliant time to brownish grey. 


I watch the trees turn black and winter bare  

they reach, ever they reach as I fight them off. 

I feel them drop and attach cloyingly, heavy on my back 

malevolent these shadows whispering 

Yet I climb as any sturdy Ivy, climbing past, 

that thin entangled grasp 

past the ego, and into the charcoal 

of a mornings early glory 


to where you are, to where you wait 


to where you'll find me... awake

listening,

flying among the moon and stars,

Swimming among the mind f*ck 

of October nights,  reaching for you too. 

© 2019 Corset


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the imagery clings to me like welcome perspiration on a balmy night in summer...but then wakes me up in a cold sweat.
In the night we can be safe with our dreams...we can keep someone close in our fantasy...and then in daylight we understand the reality...we are alone...
this is such good poetry.
j.

Posted 4 Years Ago


Corset

4 Years Ago

thank you Jacob that's pretty much how it feels , I loved that analogy
sad write my friend,but touching as well

Posted 4 Years Ago


Corset

4 Years Ago

sad and with a touch of beautiful I meant to say...anywho much thank yous to you
 wordman

4 Years Ago

you`re welcome,,sad and beautiful feelings expressed eloquently
Corset

4 Years Ago

backatcha ty :D

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Corset
Corset

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