Tonight, I see you standing with him.
Ever so slightly do you squirm.
Only I understand.
That to him now you belong,
Is for a fact.
And for you I will not long,
With me was a pact.
Had I known what this would be to see–
You and him…
But then, never could I foresee;
It was a whim.
As I mildly enjoy your unease
Like your soul do a striptease…
You look away
You look around
Your eyes sway
Dig into the ground
So wildly you gyrate to try to conceal
All you manage yet is only to reveal
Your tattered demeanor is a curtain
I can see through you’re certain.
Your smile is, but a decorative frond
And you know, I can see the grimace beyond.
In your weakness, you want to surrender
Firmly you clutch him, your only anchor.
You look at my shoe
And now, my tie
You look at me
But, beyond my eye
You, my eyes shamelessly violate
My eyes, yours suddenly collate
Unbearable is the silence in that one moment
Stillness is the violence of your maddened movement
A part of you, that was me, you dismember
Yet all you do is make me remember…
Once had I seen you stand with him.
You were the center, and he your rim,
Did he understand?
That you were the note that made him a song
That was perfect.
That he was the deity to who your being did throng.
He–your only sect.
Had he known what it’d be to be free,
You not holding him…
But blinded he was, never could he see,
That, I were to be that him.
But for me, you think, is it any consolation
That I was the one, who chose your desolation?
That maybe for a moment
I wanted to be free
To free my breath off your scent
To be not us, but only me?
You were embedded
Deep into my soul
The me in me was dead
Our love was the Ghoul.
But did I ever know,
For good you’d go away?
That slow death you’d sow,
And rest all you’d flay?
Yet since eternity, I had made myself believe
Another ray of reason to live shall I find…
A moment under your shadow, did I live,
And a thousand deaths have I died.
[It’s after over three-and-a-half years that I’ve tried my hand at poetry. I’ve no idea if as a poet have I grown or regressed. Simply click on the tag ‘poetry’ below, and do let me know what you think. 🙂
The poem is pretty much self-explanatory; an elaboration would be undue.
Challenge with poetry, if one’s to stay sincere, is to constantly live the poetry while writing despite having not lived it (at least recently).]