I love you though it pains me.
I love you though I stare wide-eyed into the nothingness, because I have no other company but yearning.
I love you though I find emptiness at the edge of reason.
I love you though the well in my heart gets dug deeper and deeper and now as I look down I see only darkness.
I love you although the core of my being screams against impending oblivion.
I love you and I don't know why.
Yet I do and it's a fact;
a state of life;
an essential requisite of existence;
a cause for hope;
a moment of contented forgetfulness.
Give me strength,
I know not what love is.
Let me not bow down as the storm of the unknown
passes through me and over me.
I know not what love is,
but I know I love you.
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label poetry. Show all posts
Saturday, August 10, 2013
Sunday, August 4, 2013
Finally Can I Sleep
Finally can I slumber,
Close these
dust-leaden eyes
That broke through
the day
Day by day without
break.
Finally can I lie
supine,
Rest aside these
weathered arms
That carry the loads
of my existence
Existing and existing,
these loads.
Finally can I exhale,
Give my lungs some
space
From breathing this
world with me
For again and again I
am breathless.
Finally can I escape,
Brush my feet under
the thick mattress
And cease from
running from time
Time and time again
without cease.
Finally is there
peace,
My ears can be deaf
from this earthly whining,
my tongue without
need for food,
from feeding this need
for peace.
Slumber.
Lie Down
Exhale..
Escape..
Peace…..
Finally can I stop
Yearning for sleep.
An eternal refuge
From this mortal bed.
Oblivion
Memories, like glass turning back into sand,
slipping through my fingers, trying so hastily to escape
And the grains that linger on my palm,
though there would give no reflection
nothing but sand, trickling down this hourglass
Wednesday, August 4, 2004
A Part of Me
You keep on falling
In this hole
I never meant to dig.
Floundering,
then rising…
Plummeting,
then soaring…
Scratching the edgeless walls,
of this guttural darkness,
as black as perspiring wells
of summer twilights.
You keep on falling.
In this hole
I never meant to dig.
Unceasingly becoming
a part of me.
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