My belovéd
I am within a void if not with the inspiration of your soul, without the very essence that is you. I have only recently discovered what true weariness is; a weariness unlike any I have ever endured before. And long before there was you my pen gleamed, with no satisfaction might I add, for the day I would die insufferably. You have gone now, it seems. When the day ceases and I realize how solitude has claimed me, I mourn. With that I bare to you a confession: I often wish my thoughts would leave me...only I am haunted by them which in turn suppresses my heart and feeds on the shadow of my soul. Why belovéd, have we drifted? Enclosed with this letter is a poem I wrote in adoration of you and my heart shall ache to hear you recite it. Oh, if for that moment belovéd I weep or die, forgive me.
Yours faithfully,
Robert
in my arms
her grievances
flutter as a thousand thoughts
and press upon the grave
of our union
her grievances
flutter as a thousand thoughts
and press upon the grave
of our union
twisting that knife
to drain
such melody
and wishing it
to worthier lovers than we
my every thought
is now
a trail of tears
as she
evokes
a cloudburst
it
overwhelms
our love
leading my heart
to mourn
again
and again
in sync
with a broken lyric
overwhelms
our love
leading my heart
to mourn
again
and again
in sync
with a broken lyric
and I long for her
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2 comments:
Robert once again you overwhelm me with your talent. You write my heart.
Imagery is poignant, passionate and heartfelt. Very well done.
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