Half-hearted Regrets

Half-hearted Regrets

 

     Forget the world for a day; that’s the last thing you heard me say.

Now there’s nothing left.

Numb, but cold. Feeling bereft,

I find that I am drifting out in this tempestuous sea, wishing I could be me.

Floating toward tomorrow, detached from today, sinking under the tow.

Torn to pieces the water submerges me.

Fixed in place, it feels extraordinary.

It feels good.

I think it feels good.

Reviews

[Stephen]

Ah! Poor---love!! It always put us all in such a worst situation from where we find hard to get off ... you know what? Love`s capricious so the heart is and when the beats get overtaken by love ~~ the body gets attract like a magnet to the molten raged warmth of being loved and made sin all the night and as the next day .. morn comes with some sheds of yellowish warmed sun, we all find ourselves so lonely in the bed with puckered sheets, the rays come through the window, we sit to the knee in bed thinking of the last night and what all we do is ... "Regret", no matter what but yeah ... we do regret which`s further termed in your lang. .. "Half--hearted Regrets." So, this`s about lovers!! Very painful write but the flow`s quite impressive.

[Kristen Swan]

So true..stupid love..Thanks. I like the way you write. The imagery is amazingly intense.

[SleeplessVolcano]

Mmmmm....The title of this poem alone evokes so much.......maybe half-hearted regrets born out of heart-hearted love? Maybe a feeling a guilt for having any regrets at all? Masterfully done to keep the reader guessing from the start....and then just that last snippet of doubt...."think it feels good" pulls the carpet from under a slightly growing understanding.....great stuff!

[Kristen Swan]

Thanks, that was my intention. I don't really let anyone get too close anymore. I want to keep them guessing...at least for now.