Dying... but Somehow, Living

when it began to end

pure smiles

the electric heat that lived

in the space between your body and mine...

all gone, or in some way fleeting

it's killing me

but somehow, joy seems to kiss your face

as you leave me

i see it, cause i live for that very look

and i'm hurting but still i relish in it

i hold tightly to our pretentious moments...

it's the only real i know now

my heart stifles my courage for change

because losing you completely...

is death

i'm now dying, but living by your unfaithful hand

i regretfully dance to this torturous song

but i don't know what would come of me

if the music were to stop

so, dying has become my life

and like air... i breathe it deeply

i turn deaf ears to your lies

denial is my closest friend

misery speaks incessantly in our company

i endure the ever increasing pain

that has taken shelter in my heart

i dare not reveal to you the blackness

that is consuming my world

cause you are still my light

and without you... i can't live

dying has become my constant state of being

and hope is the glue

that holds my shattered existence together

it's hope that keeps me waiting

waiting... for you to return

so that i may feel more like i'm living

and less like dying

 

Author's Note

Thank you for reading.

Reviews

[Renny]

I like this, sometimes we know the truth but we cant face it for fear of loosing our loved ones. But then, we would end up terribly hurt and dying on the inside while nothing or less changes with them. Well Penned thoughts.

[Travis Gibson (poetic heroics)]

Thank you, Renny... I am glad you enjoyed it and took time to review it. I appreciate the insight and lovely words.

[Coyote Poetry]

I understand this poem. I had waited for things that I wanted and I knew they was no chance. I like the title.
"for you to return
so that i may feel more like i'm living
and less like dying"
The poem open the door to thoughts and some old memories. That is the goal of the writer. Thank you for sharing the amazing poetry.
Coyote

[Travis Gibson (poetic heroics)]

Thanks for the great review. I'm glad it translated well to you as the reader. Again, you've humbled me, thanks again for reading.

[Rogue]

I spent quite a lot of time in this place, with these thoughts.. And they did come back. Only it wasn't the same person that left.. Or maybe due to all of the pain in the interim, I was seeing through different eyes.. What was before could not be recaptured. A memory we couldn't hope to live up to again.

Very well written piece that conveys both the pain and depth of feelings.

[Travis Gibson (poetic heroics)]

Thank you... i appreciate your insight. i'm glad you were able to connect with the piece.