Why is my heart, still,
So affected by his presence?
This jump, this flutter, this sick, trembling feeling?
Though his visage disgusts me,
His essence tempts me still.
Climbing farther, I can't grasp a foundation.
I can not hold on, move on, see far enough to feel.
I can not distinguish what is real from
This feeling drenched in a pain that bites
With merciless teeth, yet only just breaks the skin.
Bloodless and broken,
I have no stable ground.
I will not live through this.
It was so much easier when he just disappeared.
Why must he linger?
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zsjltGreat poem you have here...Kudos, Bev Bishop
Thanks. It's a work in progress (as is everything on this blog), but sometimes you just have to get your thoughts out no matter how scattered they are.
Amy your welcome...my email is publishedpoet@hotmail.com if that makes it easier for you to communicate with me. I plan to come to noshame tonight and bring my daughter. Hopefully one day soon I will find the courage to do something there myself. Hugs and have a great evening, Bev
Hey there, I have added you and will sometime today get around to writing something about you. Have a great day and many hugs, Bev
Hey there, just wanted to say hi and see if you got any hits from the folks that visit me. Hope your day went well and have a great night. Hugs, Bev
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