The Apostasy

The Apostasy

Her silhouette shimmering past-

-My out-stretched shivering hand

Her remnants, scattered across my heart

A deluge of ache and the longing art

 

I’ve been rambling in these ruins

In a dire quest for retrieval

But the damage is far greater than

To attempt and relive the utopia;

The cloud I once lived under

That sheltered me from the burning sun

 

What have I got left to hold on to?

Besides this full spectrum loss

What else have I to mourn?

Other than this forsaken past

 

She was all that ever mattered:

As I shrieked and chattered

A battering bite: shred the tongue

Gashing lips from the despair I had sung

 

This is the waking shrapnel

Of reality and tangibility

To wound the ever straying soul

Lost forever in an effortless haul

   

Reviews

[Kyle]

Very good. If I do say so...It's one of them poems that when you finish it you're like, "aweee it's the end already?" lol.

"What have I got left to hold on to?
Besides this full spectrum loss
What else have I to mourn?
Other than this forsaken past

She was all that ever mattered:
As I shrieked and chattered
A battering bite: shred the tongue
Gashing lips from the despair I had sung"


I enjoied those parts the best because I could feel the emotion flowing from it!

[cest la vie]

This is quite the write.. Deeply felt and so full of emotion and despair..
I think this line could read different:
What have I else to mourn?- Maybe try"What else have I to mourn"

This is a very good piece.