Waves of Misery

The waves of misery come towards me in waves

I stand on the shoreline, watching them go in and out

Some days the waves come, only barely soaking

The tips of my toes and the edges of my sole

Other days it comes rushing into me

Splashing roughly against my legs, soaking my torso

Today, the tide has come in slowly

Creeping, seeping into my clothes

Rising higher and higher up my body

Until it went over my head, enveloping me

Yes, drowning even now as it’s over my head

That’s how mesmerized and traumatized I am

By the waves that have taken you away from me

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Scene #1

“Is there anything else,” he said gruffly,

“Anything else that I should know?”

Looking deep into my eyes

Those green eyes I had loved

“Shawn and I,” tearfully I said

“I know,” he said and in that instant

I regretted that this curt, analytical,

Forceful man, was exactly

What I had asked for- what I wanted.

Wholly

Is it possible, to pour oneself into another

As a vessel that just keeps flowing and giving:

Slowly tilting till the mouth is straight,

Parallel to where the bottom once was,

Only then to realize that you’re now empty?

 

Yes, now I realize that things don’t work that way,

You can’t give yourself unconditionally

And expect to remain wholly same.

Pained

I thought concealing the truth was best

Kept hidden in deep darkness was laid

Let those secrets never see light again

If I keep them all there

Then you would never have to hurt

For your or my sake

So why are things so complicated?

In your eyes I only see pain

You want me to bring them to light

But I’ve resolved to keep them out of sight

I do want to let you have your way

Yet don’t cause I can’t stand your tears

If you knew you’d hurt so much more

However, would this actually hurt you

When I’ve already pained

Your heart so many times before?

Sepulchre of Snow

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In the night I hither and thither

In hopes of growing fonder

Of the darkness that I do wander

With desires to grow accustomed

To the situation of “My Grief”

 

These city’s street lights love

To play tricks with my shadow

It waxes and then grows narrow

With the additional company

Of those watching “My Grief”

 

The snow banks ever upward

Threatening to upon me spiral

I downward struggle in denial

In a blunder to reunite

Postmortem with “My Grief”

 

The stone tablets project themselves

Through a temporary layer

Another burden they must bear

Although they remain quiet

Respectfully silent for “My Grief”

 

I find the sepulchre to which

I am most unwillingly familiar

Finally I sit down near her

Once again love is reunited

Passionately freezing “My Grief”