Tied

A woman's grief over the death of her first love; a relationship fraught with problems but full of a love they both knew was never in doubt.

TIED

 

 

Do you feel me now

 

 

Is it cold there

 

 

Or are you like a sad magician

 

 

Still trying to dazzle me

 

 

Yet always (still)

 

 

Missing the mark.

 

 

 

 

 

My skin feels you (still)

 

 

My heart can't stop

 

 

The dread of knowing

 

 

That I didn't know--

 

 

Haunts me.

 

 

You haunt me (I miss you)

 

 

You've always haunted me

 

 

Really.

 

 

 

 

Did you study it

 

 

Hold it in your hand

 

 

Think it through 

 

 

The shards of pain behind

 

 

Your sparkling smile

 

 

Numbing your world

 

 

Became a futile waste

 

 

When you finally stopped hearing

 

 

All the laughs.

 

 

 

 

Shadows and

 

 

Dark alleys

 

 

Once visited

 

 

Burrowed in the recesses

 

 

Of your dreams

 

 

Too soon to become

 

 

Your dim reality.

 

 

 

 

 

I no longer

 

 

Crawl through broken glass hallways

 

 

For you

 

 

When you would unwrap me like a

 

 

Glossy red bow and

 

 

Devour me whole

 

 

Just to

 

 

vanish again and leave me

 

 

Tattered.

 

 

 

 

Only now...well

 

 

There is no now

 

 

Joke's on me

 

 

Night fell for you

 

 

And you leave me here

 

 

To weep and slowly

 

 

Retie the bow.

 

Reviews

[Eagle Cruagh]

This is no criticism of you and it is not a slam of anyone.
I am trying to see your problems in relation to my
experiences and nothing happens. No, none of my
loves have committed suicide, or went mad. Most of them
just saw greener grass on the other side of the fence.
My point of view is, they obviously were defective, so good
by and good luck----next !

I enjoyed your poem, it is well constructed, lilting, easy to
read and intelligent. Wish I could understand how you feel.
Ah ! I think I know, you are still trying to figure out how he
felt, therefore you are still attracted to the unobtainable.

No you don`t get any advice, you already know all the answers.
What you want is tenderness, unstanding, empathy. Hell !
help yourself, I am just bursting with helpfulness, every man is.
The fair damsel shall not want, we will soothe her .

Sorry for the cynicism, it goes with the tender feelings.

------Eagle Cruagh

[abby.]

i love this. i dont like the way it was spaced out, but the poem really showed a lot of emotion and figurative language.

[Nicole]

This is one of my favorite poems ever. xD
I love love love the emotion behind this poem.
And the third stanza is my favorite part.
Good job. :)

[Brandon]

Very strong piece. Great job.

[Que]

I loved this poem, especially the last stanza. The grief it entails but also it gives a sense of hope, because the bow is being retied, dispite the pain it causes, to move on. A beautiful read, thank you.

~Que