I am imprisoned.
You are the wisp of a brief,
But never, no, not ever, distant thought
Dancing about in the depths of
My longing, left empty for you.
I'd like to convey
The intensity with which the
Thought of you nestles in my heart.
But I know that can never be.
How I'd like for you to read
These words by chance's sympathetic
Presence, a stroke of appreciated luck.
But that shall not happen
For these words are my thoughts,
And my thought are unspoken,
Never disclosed to another.
Especially not you.
They are only to be read,
Never said, never relayed
With the infliction of my
Pained voice of dying desire.
We exist in Silence.
And in Silence I know you best.
This is really good. The theme is familiar, because we bloggers have hit on it countless times. My favorite part was the second stanza, but the rest was still good, very soft and mellow without sharp imagery.
ReplyDeleteMy favorite stanza was the second one too! especially the 'dancing...in my longing' and 'nestles in my heart.' Also, this poem makes me sad
ReplyDeleteI'm really liking the new style. The words flow well, nice rhythm.
ReplyDeletethe fluidity of this piece is refreshing in comparison to your usual structure, i'd even say more effective. very well done.
ReplyDeleteThis theme seems a bit TOO familiar. However, this is eloqently executed, especially the closing couplet.
ReplyDeleteagree with Rainflower.
ReplyDeleteDopamining it up