Poem -
BLACK black BlAck bLacK
it is easy to see you down there in
the chasm
I have climbed half way down but
I can't reach you still
all our hands are outstretched but
but still... never touching,
and you smile at me now
tell me leave you ...it's best...
and above the small sky is
cerulean blue
and I'm dying love, dying inside
to reach you
but we're stuck in this chasm
no forward or back
see the crows strut the rim they
are BLACK black BlAck bLacK
and I'm dying love dying
inside to reach you
and beyond the small sky is
cerulean blue
all our hands are outstretched but
not touching at all
and I can't stop this thing love...
I can't stop us fall
M P.3/6/22
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Comments
And love lives like the red blood in our bodies, but we are more than physical entities. Whereas the body may fall prey, love is eternal. Love is our lifes.
Yes...i hope so DA...thankyou my friend x
This poem leaves the reader in no doubt of the anguish suffered here. The lines and rhythm weave a frustration deeply felt. The poem moves on and so does the rhythm, which gives a feel of "frantic".
Awesome work!
Thankyou so much Tina...your comments and feedback are poetry to me...❤❤
❤❤ hugs xx