PostPoems Be Artistic. Be Creative. Be Inspired!

for eight years and six days
(think about it)
you lived your life of writing
with not yet even one word from me
you worried and you ranted
but you ever pressed on
a servant to your page and pen
you labored through little more
than a batch of beloved favorite songs
no martyr did you keep pulling
through your undertones
you but lived in memories of a dead
girl who's spirit had long ago flown
I've spent the last two weeks of my life
living out the harshness
to 'A Broken Bitter's End'
certainly, I am well aware
that you miss me
supple sensitive creature
that you are
labeled aptly enough as man
but I did not abandon thee
like death to Dorian Gray
nor treat you like a "second hander"
as in The Fountain Head by Ayn Rand
my mere words are but a tonic's breath
whispered to a sad fellow lost in his own
reverie
as tall as life is certain
our days are counted
but hardly bereft
by the genuine feelings of a love
so truly shared
that is what defines you and me
not the gloomish doomish funk
of fear's unstoppable self pity
so snap out of it....................
(June 25, 2012 1212am)