In The Dark Reaches

...it may be over but insecurity isn't ever over ayy

My door is shut and I am slumped against it,

Eyes fixed on the pathetic reflection in the window.

It is safe to say the worst of this storm is over.

I am cold and crushed and miserable,

But it is finally over-

Leaving only me in the place finished dreams once began.

I was here once before.

In the coldest afternoon of April

When you first came over for dinner.

You were downstairs

And I was here, exactly here,

Looking but not really worrying,

Because I knew that whatever I was,

It was enough.

I slump further down now and close my eyes against the memory.

Oh, how I miss those times.

I look back into the window.

I think my eyes are a little bit darker than they used to be.

And now the clouded judgement has disappeared,

Leaving me, bare and to wonder

What I am now.

I know, because I am alone,

I am no longer enough.

I wonder what is.

Author's Note

Questions, comments, concerns? All are appreciated!
-Arriam

Reviews

[LazerRays]

Omg! This is awesome! I actually really like this! I love how I can actually feel the poem and it's not one of those stupid fancy structure poems.
This is real. I can feel it. This is one of the best poems I've ever read on here

[Arriam]

Thank you! I find that structure limits the fullness of the truth, and that everything you need to say is said better plainly.
Arriam

[LazerRays]

I agree with that- that's the truth right there

[Coyote Poetry]

You asked a hard question. You must answer. What is enough?? Thank you Arriam for sharing your amazing words and thoughts.,
Coyote

[Arriam]

I'm still trying to come to that conclusion. Thanks for your kind review!
Arriam

[Coyote Poetry]

Great poetry ask questions. This poem did and you are welcome.

[An owl on the moon]

What aching thoughts drifting down the page like raindrops on a night window. And perhaps it is true, those memories are somehow tattooed on our souls forever, no matter how much time carries us on. I wonder.

[Arriam]

Your reviews are poetry on their own, I'm in awe. Thank you very much for your time.