Sunday, June 9, 2013

Singing ~ a poet's song

this is now the time when

the digging in begins.

when bleeding knees land hard

upon the floor.

I’ve tried to numb these feelings

I tried to drink you away.

I just keep seeing your face

through the eyes of my heart.

I know it doesn’t make any sense

and it doesn’t to me as well.

but I feel this as real

as anything I have felt.

I feel your absence from my day

and your distance from my heart.

the silence where you were

is a sound I can’t take.

maybe I just dreamt the thought of you

I really have no idea who you are.

but maybe there was something

in that tiny little spark.

whatever it was, now it has fallen silent

and I have to bind these pages into books.

leave the books on shelves

where no one will read them.

collecting dust

and losing all of their worth.

this is a poet’s song

and I am singing.

singing of you because

of all the things I feel.

singing in vain you

cannot even hear me.

singing until I don’t long

for the sound of your name.


1 comment:

  1. Oh, I liked this so much. Everyone has one of those books on the tippy-top shelf of their darkest closet.