As my image fades
You love my voice
you hate my words
you want me to help
rid you of me
As my image fades
i am the ghost
and you the haunted
how can i free you
from your own past
As my image fades
i can't pry your fingers
from my memory
or force your soul
to untie me
As my image fades
i can't erase my face
from your eyes
or ask your nose
to give up my scent
As my image fades
i can only turn away
add no more fuel
to your fire.
i can only back out
and hope that
as my image fades
so does the pain.
Truly powerful! How you turn such great emotion into fine art is amazing! Rhiannon*
Wow! Powerful stuff! And wonderful construction with all that incremental repetition pushing one over the edge...agghhhh! Who would have thought sadness could be so beautiful. love Donall Donall
Saying good bye, that's always hard. I love the way you're written this poem! Strong and flowing!
A very powerful, astute and loving description of willed separation.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A witty portrayal of the whimsical and temperamental nature of love, well articulated and nicely brought forth from the heart. Thanks for sharing Shannon.