She swooped in to catch my last breath as if the skies had opened and poured a red rain like never before. Once and always I'd forgotten through the passing time, of who I am, what I was, and who I am ready to become.
To myself I'd given the promise of solitude. Never am I going to love as I have loved, to another or more and more. She was all I had to replace addictions with confession, within that pure dignity I had found, I had lost all time and memory. I could not be hers, and she could not be mine, I have always belonged somewhere else. The single sighting of the promise on my finger has burned a red ring into my flesh, a fate I could not escape.
I'd never forgiven or asked for forgiveness, in time that which I want is not mine to have. I took your hand to a place of possibility, as you lead me down the rabbit hole. Blindly I followed you into my subconscience, where you'd left me with no air, and no hope.
I sufficated lonely and desperatley. Grabbing to the flesh surrounding me, I could only grasp the concepts I'd always known. To fall upon such dark times, I could not be more deprived. As I wake in the marriage bed, I slip into another mind and left my feet float away to something real.
Pulling a picture from my pocket, I could only ever let myself cry one tear at a time. You were once so beautiful, and infinite. Ultimatley I've made my choice and sacrafices, to depend on that which I know will forever be mine.
Beautiful poem of finding self and the pain it entails. I like your writing style. Pure yet sensual.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Well penned mixed bag of prose and free-verse...Smoothly constructed...~FjR~