Near-Love Experience
My head swims with thoughts of your touch;
my joy drowns as I realize I am not the only one.
I struggle against my current of love
desperate to avoid the waterfalls.
I hold my shaky breath and strive numbly ahead
focused on the far away banks of healing.
Saturated in betrayal, I cling to the shore.
Lying on my back, prone to the memory’s attacks.
I must collect my scattered composure
before finding my way out of this wilderness.
Carrying the shards of my heart
I trudge back, tired and alone, to my security
only to find it warped and hollow.
Is it truly better to have loved and lost?
Your malicious lie shouts a resounding, “No!”
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