Alone Poem by Butch Decatoria

Alone

Unfolding

I am mourning before the dawn
unveiling
crumpled bedspread sheets
a hollow space
where comfort once found
your slumber deep,
I find an echo
of your breath
as my tears interrupt
a yawn / a stretch

while trust feels like a home
invasion,
a rape save for the flesh...

I am a trail of moisture
upon the cheeks, the searching
throughout a graveyard home
yielding empty halls,
bleak,
of no fruition / a tomb;

I am the ache within
Darkly,
My harsh and sordid
imagination / disambiguations
roaming
To thoughts of you
in someone else's fever
a slicing cut that opens
and equals that pain

unleashing avalanche of blood
but it's only a crimson thought
which floods...
again & again...

I'm in that home now unkempt
the dust on portraits
in sepia's gloom
there's a sound of bare feet
clapping
on hardest wooden floor

In a saloon
lacking conversations
without a care taken
of why / from where / or whom

I once was strength
which wanes
Like the more waves punch
the cliff and shore,
as my reserves begin to drain
I collapse into bed
On pillow, lay...

I am the hope which wants
what lived before
My out-cries' / beg / praying
to only stay
alive yet
Afraid
dying in these
sobs of promises that fray
Like ghostly dust
In daylight skeins

I am a tomorrow
of love yet made

inept at finding any trust
I have been blind told to
break...
(My iron will
To rust.)
I am alone
since gone are our yesterdays
Since you romance your secrets
with escapades,
grinders found in spades.

I am the hush that must escape
never getting to know
the calligraphy & colors,
all facets of love's
very face,
unjust
unfeeling
replaced

I am a violin
from some distant space,
far and away
a wish
a yearning...
To display / my tears out loud
and loudly dying

Asking kindly

Love me
if only
for the sake of today
for I am
lonely...
for I am the light
at night
unfolding...

Alone.