clear the room of dust

the stirred dust

below my field

of vision,

falls slowly

in this lonely room

i am mesmerized

in contemplation

transfixed,

with the notion

of falling

i am become one

with the feel

of slow drifting,

like the dust,

in my corner

of this room,

in this part,

of the universe

. . i see,

each particle fall,

taking its trajectory,

and sucks me in

i’m stuck in the milieu,

of broken feelings,

and falling

my twists and turns

of the truth

bury my efforts

i'm stuck in the mix

the harder i pretend

ignorance for the cause

of this,

the harder to dismiss,

impossible to convince,

you of my love for you

the harder my deflection

of pretended reflection

regarding the point

of our disagreement,

my contention

makes the mistakes i project

come to a harder fall

feels like slow motion

like the slow down speed,

of camera frames

as the specks

of various bits,

of matter,

of the details,

of my descent

impact against

your frustration

forces focus,

of my actions,

of the image,

of my indulgence,

to stand naked clear

to hit hard

against ground

the impact makes

our hearts to break

my head shakes,

jars my thinking

to clarity

to rectify,

our disagreements

i am become part,

of the plethora,

of matter

lying on the ground

ejected,

rejected,

victims

of foolish moves

of misdirected

misunderstood

abused

love

. . . you,

say to me,

she loves you

it’s no matter what you’ve done,

she’s forgiven you your sin

i say,

she trusted you,

you betrayed your gain

and gave her needless pain

all in the name,

of vain ego

i say,

her love’s not so cheap,

you will reap

what you cavalierly sow

she or you,

will not this time,

endure another blow

i feel falling

my spiraling acceleration,

makes me nauseous,

as i contemplate love,

once joined,

now broken,

misdirected

misunderstood

abused

love

i was the one

who brought it

to this point

i am primary witness

to sleeping at the wheel

to what resulted

on my watch

of quest to find

real love

time passed

what i gave you

what you gave me,

scattered to this,

the subtle fall of dust

in a lonely room

upon my quest for love

you are the one

who brought me to this precipice,

she said

you caused my feet to stand

and then totter on the edge

of this cliff

of what’s left

of my grip

of what beautiful things

we created together

of what’s left

of what I’ve got

to live for

i say,

i’m sorry,

this mix of emotions

mingling with the dust

of broken trust,

feels like the falling,

in a lonely room,

without you

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

Much contemplation going on here as to why a relationship has failed. I sense that slow motion being played out is prolonging the heartache. Dissecting every little thing. I felt the sadness and pain in your lines.

Chris

[RuseInex]

the intricate details of contemplation in pain and sorrow yes, prolongs events to create prose