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 your mark.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My skin burns for you

 

My heart can't stop

 

The dread of knowing

 

What I didn't know--

 

Haunts me.

 

You haunt me (I miss you)

 

You've always haunted me

 

I cry to feel

 

Your touch.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Did you study it, deliberate

 

Roll it in your hand

 

Think it through

 

The shards of pain behind

 

Your sparkling smile

 

Numbing your world

 

A futile waste

 

When you finally

 

Stopped hearing

 

All the laughs.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Shadows and

 

Night alleys full of

 

Dark sparks

 

Once visited

 

Burrowed in the recesses

 

Of your severed dreams

 

Too soon became

 

The ether of clarity

 

The push that pulled you through

 

Your wisp of 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

 

In ash.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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