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Erased - Spoken Word

Erased - Spoken Word

Our time ended before it had begun

You evaporated like the early morning dew fades from the embrace of a flower
like the night is shot down in flames in the piercing eyes of day.
Just darkness lurking amid the very corners of my mind;
like yesterday´s whiskey sours lingering on my tongue.
And yet, there you are, a hazy, smoldering vision of someone I once knew,
someone that walked the lonely paths of my soul and planted seeds of hope.
Your perfume still echoes in the emptiness, still seeps into my bones; despite
no goodbye, no farewell kiss, 
just eternal winter, just blinding whiteness
in a frozen ocean from the tears you'll never know I shed.
And, I miss you more than you will ever know, more than my heart can bear;
this heart which was too big for you to hold, so I shattered it to tiny pieces; the 
shards sparkling against the dark wooden creaking floor.
In the fragmented dust I write, 'I miss you' and lay down nestled between the words,
my breath reaching out in the chilly air like a ghostly dancer, and the pretty pink shards slice into my naked flesh,
the love that drips is warm for a moment, before turning cold.
But, these splinters, these words are all I have left to invoke the memory of you;
a memory that has burnt holes in my horizon where the stars fall through and are lost forever.
With these feathers, these broken crumpled wings, you promised to teach me to fly,
but you were not there to catch me when I plummeted to the ground.

Now I can no longer fly, no longer search for you in all the places you haunt in my dreams.

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Caron Swann

Thank you so much for your very kind words!
As my first attempt at spoken word, I am very grateful  xx

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In the fragmented dust I write, 'I miss you' and lay down nestled between the words,
my breath reaching out in the chilly air like a ghostly dancer, and the pretty pink shards slice into my naked flesh

 

your voice , your words, as it is painfully woven , yet I love how beautifully it all sounded rolling of your tongue.

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Caron Swann

Thank you so much, as I've never done spoken word before, so it is interesting to know how I come across.
I'll try and check out your challenge later - thank you xx

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Nigel Cresswell

Caron you come across beautifully. You have a haunting voice. Brilliant.
Nigel

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Caron Swann

Nigel, thank you so much! Not sure I like the sound of my own voice, but I guess most people don't. It's good to know that I come across perhaps better than I think I do! xx
 

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Ian William

Excellent, the pain bleeds throughout every line.

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Caron Swann

Ian, thank you so much. If that is how it came across, then I am very happy, as I managed to convey myself in the manner in which I intended. xx

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