White out


  • Lost Love

    White out

    I stand beside him.
    He forgets I am there.
    I need to be pried from the wreckage of my past.

    I scream at him.
    He hears nothing.
    And I wonder why he won't go.

    I fill my void with vessels of the incomplete.
    I lay beside him but am all alone,
    Competing with whatever is on his mind.
    I lay there broken and twisted
    Begging him to straighten my path.
    I paint myself to camouflage my insecurities
    And, subsequently, white myself out.

    I linger in shame, aching for an invitation.

    I hear the door close behind him.
    He never knew I was there.

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    Sahu commented on White out


    I can tell there was a lot of emotion put into this poem. I understand your feelings. You express yourself wonderfully. Keep up the good work.

    The true philosopher and the true poet are one, and a beauty, which is truth, and a truth, which is beauty, is the aim of both.

    Ralph Waldo Emerson, American Poet (1803-1882)

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