In a clouded haze....

In a clouded haze....

A Poem by Matthew Kult
"

......sitting here alone thinking of you

"

Sitting in a clouded haze

counting my numbered days.

Memories of you are all I have.

Some even make me laugh.

 

My favorite remains under the Oak tree.

We were filled with glee.

Sitting side by side

our love with no place to hide.

 

You were in my arms.

Being courted by my charms.

We shared a gentle kiss.

That's what I miss.

 

Sitting in a clouded haze

counting my numbered days.

A tear falls from my eye

as the memories make me cry.

 

I remember how we use to dance

using it as a chance

to see who could be the bigger tease.

But we would always please.

 

 From the touching of our lips

to the grinding of our hips.

Showered by your scent.

I knew what true love meant.

 

Sitting in a clouded haze

counting my numbered days.

Wishing I made a better choice

so I could hear your voice.

 

Haunted by that day

I knew it wasn't okay.

You said we couldn't be,

that you were leaving me.

 

I didn't understand why

Just wanted to try

You said my anger was too much

and you no longer enjoyed my touch.

 

Sitting in a clouded haze

counting my numbered days.

You promised me our love would never end.

Guess it was a game of pretend.

 

I didn't know what to do

but I never meant to hurt you.

I needed us.

It was a MUST!

 

You were MINE!

Everything will be fine!

But the RAGE..!

Now...now I am in this cage...

 

Sitting in a clouded haze

counting my numbered days.

© 2013 Matthew Kult


Author's Note

Matthew Kult
Second draft of the poem. Hope it's still as good as the original.

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'A tear falls from my eye ~ as the memories make me cry.'

Such a sadness.. seems as if the now can never go back to how it was.. never.

Your words touch thoughts and memories, make readers analyse their own past, perhaps. not in mirror image but in how it was once upon a time.
Writers can't shape poetry like this. it is or it is not. Sad, desperate.. and so it seems, the distruction of what might have been.

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Matthew Kult

2 Years Ago

thank you for the time emma

Matthew



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Damn that was an emotional roller coaster. Definitely a good read!

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Matthew Kult

2 Years Ago

Thank you for the kind words

Matthew
Brittany Defranco

2 Years Ago

No problem!
'A tear falls from my eye ~ as the memories make me cry.'

Such a sadness.. seems as if the now can never go back to how it was.. never.

Your words touch thoughts and memories, make readers analyse their own past, perhaps. not in mirror image but in how it was once upon a time.
Writers can't shape poetry like this. it is or it is not. Sad, desperate.. and so it seems, the distruction of what might have been.

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Matthew Kult

2 Years Ago

thank you for the time emma

Matthew
Very good in the flow of emotions,memories have a way of following us through the years;-]

Posted 2 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Matthew Kult

2 Years Ago

Thank you much.

Matthew
Wonderful, though I agree with Bard Constanine, this is a near rhyme poem and I think the fact that your rhymes are slightly imperfect brings out your "crookedness" all the more. I enjoyed how you ended the poem, for some odd reason I have I feeling you're in prison . . . for murder, just a thought. Excellent write. ~ BlackCl0ud

Posted 8 Years Ago


I like this, it is deep and emotional and I like the vibe.. Awesome!!

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I really like how you have repeated those two lines..cause that line is beautiful..how often are we left in a haze..left to wonder what went wrong..what more could we have done to save what we shared with the one whom we loved..yet we have to accept what is gone is gone..there is nothing more that could be and can be done...if nothing else the memories are for us to keep..
Very well expressed,genuine and poignant..

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Okay, so in the poem, you killed her and are now in jail? or you chased her off with the rage and have made a cage for yourself (metaphorically) that keeps her away? either way. Nicely done. That first rhyme is a bit stretched but doesn't detract as you quickly get into it with the rest of the stanzas. Just a quick note... if you kill all your women, you quickly shrink the pool of ones to choose from. Just sayin...

Posted 9 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I like how you repeat "Sitting in a clouded haze
counting my numbered days."

Posted 9 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Matthew its a delightful piece really loved it.

Posted 9 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

Good job, very intimate the way you described both the emotional and sexual (I think) moments they shared. Some flow issues, Instead of "That's what I miss", I think "That (is) what I miss" works nicer.

Overall good, job keep it up

Posted 9 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.


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Matthew Kult

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