Monday, April 02, 2018

Poetry: The Mists of Fleeting Feelings

That longing to look into your
soulful eyes again
slightly haunts me

as the death knell has told
seemingly so long ago

Still feels like something is left
an ember that may still be warm
And then reality slaps me back into reality

Seeing
Looking
Feeling

clearly
you chose
showed your choice to me

my soul weeps
my heart no longer beats

for there we were
upon the precipice of eternity
with the ability to tame our reality

yet

somewhere else
for some unknown reasons
you gave up
walked away from everything

no matter my efforts
met with audacious attitude and fatalistic
inconsequential venomous
retorts

you showed me the way
the path that you had taken

no matter my desire
the fires that burnt
to do all things and save you

into the mists of the abyss
you chose to partake in

Now
I just watch you falling

further and further away

falling

until this time
where I shock a flatline
for the last time

and let the mist claim
what is left of
the sum of nothing




from the chocolatezeus collection.  4/2/18. (c)

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