The Hollow

Just trying.

What is it about the hollow that draws me
The need to see the lights from the darkness at the edges
Your window burns bright and your silhouette beckons
My hardening heart rolls rather than beats and you hear it, pausing

The night I tried to kill you dear was unnerving
No fear could I find in your eyes, watery and dull
The night I tried to kill you dear was unending
No love could I find in your smile, lonely but full

What is it about the hollow that draws me
That bed was the place where you swore your allegiance to crows
Your mind seared any that would look upon you in lust
Taking bangles and heads, the carrion price too steep, wincing

The night I tried to kill you dear was descending
No desire could I find in your thighs, cold and hard
The night I tried to kill you dear was unbending
No regret could I find in your heart, stony and marred

What is it about the hollow that draws me

Author's Note

Hey party people....

Reviews

[barleygirl]

What I found intriguing is how the word "hollow" kept changing meaning for me as I read along. At first thinking it a backwoods place, then it felt like the spot at the base of a woman's throat, and all the while fluttering along edges, it seemed like a description of one's inner emptiness. I have to put myself back into a Halloween state of mind to enjoy the heaviness of your words here -- still trying to catch up on my reading library after being sketchy for 2 months! (((HUGS))) Fondly, Margie

[Crowley]

Yeah, the hollow to me could mean all of those. For me its a place where things aren't right but are comfortable enough inside your own mind that you can't get yourself to move forward. I do love the hollow at the neck, but even more the little hollow at the base of the spine, I have written about that one and wet hair so many times I can't count! Thanks for the review Margie!!!

[Ryan K. M.]

Definitely a fitting piece for October 31st. This is one that could be studied in many different ways. The line "That bed was the place where you swore your allegiance to crows" still has me thinking.

[Crowley]

Maybe listening to too much Game of Thrones lately...lol. thanks so much for coming by, I really appreciate it!

[lightsong]

love is dead, love is unrequited, Your words are harsh at my heart, yes as what that kind of love is felt like, there is no love in her eyes, no love in her heart, in her desires, needs and lust, yes lust without love, and You try... You are always pulled strongly again and again to try and try and try to lit the flame of love in that hopeless hollow... deeply profound, great piece my friend, great.

[Crowley]

Thanks luv...a little dark, but I had that first line in my head after a dream, and that is where it took me. Love it when you stop by!!! Thanks!

[I Am Svetlana]

After finishing this piece, I felt a bit...unnerved, if that is the correct word. Each stanza chilling my bones more and more, wondering what led this man to experience this pain and sorrow. Having a hollow heart is tough, but he wasn't just born that way. It hurts to know that he was so in love, consumed by a woman, who eventually led him to feel the way he did. I've occasionally had dreams of killing the man who once broke me...it brings me peace, more often than not. I felt deep sympathy for this man and what he has been put through, but hoping he'll be able to put these thoughts to rest and experience a new and improved love one day. One which will honor and cherish everything he has to offer! I enjoyed this very, very much.

[Crowley]

Sorry for the late replies!!! Thank you so much for the awesome review. A little darker than the norm for me, but its just what came out. Probably watching too many gruesome period TV series...lol.

[Chris Shaw]

Quite a chilling read Crowley of a love gone badly wrong. The repetition works well and that hollow has a magnetic pull.

Chris

[Crowley]

Thanks Christine!!! Sorry for the late response, I've been woefully underperforming here...lol.

[Cherrie Palmer]

I like how the poems pace quickened as the end approaches. Both in step and volume you can hear and feel the excelleration. Not to mention the methodical reasoning that merges with the madness.

[Crowley]

Thanks Cherrie!!!! its always good to see you around. Like me you kind of disappear in and out but you may be one of five of the longest time friends I've had on this site!

[Cherrie Palmer]

Yes, most of the original group has left. I always enjoy coming by your place for a read.

[Monday Child]

I love this.. it gives me chills. xox

[Crowley]

Thank you so much for stopping by!! I really appreciate the kind review!

[Lorry]

I like the idea of seeing through darkened edged hollowness,almost akin to tunnel vision, but with all of the ephemeral cut from the scene, you can focus on what is or was important, before the darkness envelops the hollow, and you.
A feeling most can relate to, wonderfully captured in Burton-esque style (in my head at least) :)

[Crowley]

Thanks so much, I appreciate it. Happy Monday!!!

[Dhara_Ditzy Kat]

Love turns cold and lovers turn cold blooded. Beyond the hollowness of it all, the emptiness and the bitterness of the after taste, somewhere, the heart still weeps. Finely written, Crowley! 👏🏼👏🏼👏🏼

[Crowley]

Thanks Girl!!! I appreciate the visit, it is always a pleasure!

[Dhara_Ditzy Kat]

It was a pleasure all mine dear Crowley! Have a great day you!

[Kelly Scheppers]

Wow. You elaborate and expand yourself as a writer, which you execute overwhelming so, here. Most impressive work for not hitting on all cylinders!

[Crowley]

Thanks Kelly!!! Trying to crawl back in...lol.