Conceded

Did you ever, stop,

to breathe?

Grasp the pulsing dreams

that escape my head.

Adorned freely upon the path,

bleached and tanned tainted things.

Why than must you crush instead of

caress?

Lie well and tormentingly,

seen by all but me.

Why create these sores?

Bandaged and bruised apathetic failures,

attempts at trust denied.

Lust bargained bribed and

brushed aside.

An echo of regret

that you left.

You can sing a chord

strike affection among all,

heartless beauty only meant to submit

to your own life.

Selfish tattered life

I covet.

Reviews

[Euro]

Hey, this is a very nice poem. I like all that you talk about, especially the last stanza.
Good job and you should definitely start writing again, tlaner.
Keep it up,
-Penelope H.

[tlaner]

Thank you I am trying to remember how I used to write. :)

[Euro]

You're welcome and take your time. :)