Hidden Recesses Poem by Doris Cornago
Hidden Recesses
I have played sad songs
And lively ones but none
can come up to the song
that pierces my heart
and make my days seem long.
Let me cry to fulfillment
I like to feel searing pain
from rejection that tears
my heart away from my soul
shatters the core of my being.
You are not real, I presume
my heart is not whole
my brain has stopped working
all have stopped functioning
since I lost memories of you.
Yes, I deny it - that you inhabit
the hidden recesses where
beauty and hope dwell
where the waves lap incessantly
and retreats placidly to shore.
You are a ghost fleeting
the story of my life retreats
when they encounter you
and my fingers are numb
from my incessant playing...
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4/26/2024 3:58:11 PM # 1.0.0.1119
Hi and thank you Claudge. I draw blood from readers and fans, alike. I did not want to publicize my poems until I was abandoned, and so, you see, the ghosts of the past keep haunting me. To be honest about the whole process, the ghosts made me write the poems. I hope that I am not scaring you with these comments. But hey, I will read your poems to know if my observation is true - poets are the most brave of writers. Again, thank you for appreciating.