It is I who walks in your mildewed obscurity,
tenaciously enduring life's sultry surprise.
It is I who pursues worn paths in empty shelters,
dodging painful remnants of luminous diamond nights.
It is I who lingers between silent regret andapprehension,
as your heart pounds ever so lightly in mine.
It is I whispering your name with dying breath,
as visions of yesterday swallow idealistic minds.
And it is I who wholeheartedly loves you,
even though your love and adoration has died.
It is I that remembers our tantalizing yesterdays,
and prays for mercy with God's blessings from above.
TiAnka
5 comments:
Love it and can feel the layers peeling back. Good stuff.
Spencer
A clear visual in your words.
Loved it.
TJ
Beautiful.
Somehow I missed this....
Hi, thank you everyone! I think this is the first poem I've ever posted here due to being to darn shy about what I write. Christina I love the photograph you are using now, its the one I took the night of your B-Day party. I miss you so much!
Love,
Mom
The words are are for meditation.
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