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JOURNAL # 41 you brought me this fog
yet before today
I imagined it to be
a mere vapor of a mist
that would silently slide
past us both without incident
feared future loss though
now bounds itself in
this current uncertainty
even interrupted as it's been
my heart manages still to beat
steady and slow
and I find I am so terribly afraid
of the variables
I was before unaware of
until earlier today
the emptiness and disbelief
hunt my former unfettered joy
like powerless prey
my dreams have lost the use of
their legs
in this new void I've been put in
I must rise above this darkness
that has fallen upon me
living alone again inside my head
I cry at the very real prospect
that you may indeed never truly
be mine
that even as real as you seemed
and very well may wish to be there for me
even to your own wishes and desires
a mere illusion unknowingly you gave
self denial is a schism unto itself
I pray your own self will is stronger and
more reliable than any modern day steel
smelt by man
I blindly gave you my power
so now I have to stand back
and let you do with it as you will
for 'Blind Sided' I remain..........
(Nov. 16, 2014 835pm)
I cry at the very real
I cry at the very real prospect
that you may indeed never truly
be mine
that even as real as you seemed
and very well may wish to be there for me
even to your own wishes and desires
a mere illusion unknowingly you gave
Boy have I been here done that !
as for the rest we have all been here or bared witness to it
always ending bad
Great read !
Every story-teller bends the myth to his own purpose. that's why a Hero has a thousand faces
yes, love is a tough game indeed!
but it's the only worthwhile game in town and so we just keep on playing whether we really want to or not. Ah, but for we poets it is the poetry that saves. I enjoy reading your poetry so it was lovely to read a critique from you. Much thanks respected sir, Melissa