The mahogany trees of my heart
Have been felled
And the birds
Taken to flight
The seams of my being
Have been undone
I am not the same person
I used to be
It is a blind spot
What my eyes used to see
There are no more tears
My rivers refuse to flow
No more dreams
Not even in black and white
I poke at the ashes
Searching for a glow
I dig up the shrub-less soil
And there are no corpses to bury
No cold and soothing hugs
From the withered arms
No kisses
From the lips of the dead
There is nothing to live for
No passion to die for
My vacant eyes stare
Unoccupied for nobody lives here
I stare at yards and yards
Of empty space
Years and years
Of nothingness
Yes I can see the future
Not for me the fortune teller’s lies
My heart is not in it anymore
My heart is not in
My heart is just not
And I don’t know what to do
And I don’t know if to do
5 years ago
6 more steps:
You have no idea how deep this is. It is so simple,, yet multi-faceted in its meaning.... at least to me... lest I try unsuccessfully to decipher what goes on in your strange mind.
Nicely written... Keep them coming puh-lease!
Will surely do. Thanks. mwah. and thanks for the valuable advice yesterday.
wow! i love the simplicity of this.
great write up.
Thanks for the comment. An honour from one talented as you. Drop by every now and then.
Remember what I said when I first read this? I'll quote (with maybe a little editing for propriety's sake).
"If you ever decide to quit your present job, you’d make a great living as a wet blanket :)
Ahhh… see, you lied! There’s absolutely NO explanation here. One reads the thing with a mounting sense of anticipation… what in God’s name happened to this person? Why the gloom? All is despair, doom, desolation and apparently it’s going to stretch forever. All we’re given is a slight hint (3rd stanza) that the death of a loved one might be involved (from old age, or illness? it could be either). It’s shameful, callous, patently unfair treatment of the prospective reader… I LOVE IT!!!
MORE, PLEASE."
Seriously though, like the other guys noted it's simple but could lend itself to various interpretations. I think the best thing about it is the way it effortlessly pulls you into the 'mood' (sadness, despondence, despair...)
Good stuff, girl (but hey, that don't count coming from me because we both know I'm biased).
Yes you are biased but you are also my most candid critic! I recall telling you this. It's funny how the ones I love are the ones you don't and the ones I am almost ashamed to publish are the ones you love. It's also funny (NOT HA HA)how everyone tends to agree with you. lol.
Goes to show I've got questionable taste in my own poetry. :)
P.S.
Big hug. For this and for what you are going thru right now.
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