Poem -
Breath deeply of love
Diluted with melancholy
Delicate
Deliberately Plied
Plucked
And pulled
My painstakingly perfect ruse
Torn open and laid bare
A throbbing broken mass
This grotesque remnant of something beautiful
You allow me no respite
Your memory haunting my every thought
I found peace in these worlds of myst and forgetfulness
Now
Even in dreams
I am pained in my knowing
That I must wake
Were once there was joy in dreaming
There is dread
I wish it would not come
Only when the moon has fled my sight
For I cannot look at it and feel these things
I know I should find its light
But
I miss the sun
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Comments
I like this, even dreams can no longer bring comfort x
Beautiful Ruelle! When pain is inescapable and even seeps into your dreams, and when you've held the sun, what could the light within the moon offer but a long and arduous journey of reflection always tainted by the past and what now seems unattainable.
I feel like you really understand what I was trying to express Ian and I'm weeping with thanks.
Fab word choice in this great sublime muse, and moon and sun both vital yes. Kudos!
Plz also read and comment my newest poem too.
Understood. I really get the horror upon waking up each day, the guilt that soon follows...luckily I dont dream anymore...there is that at least. Haunting x