by Petra Mills
Saturday, April 26, 2003
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Are you worthy of words?
The fact that the soul can spurn to write,can bear it,does that indicate your swift passage of sorrow?
Perhaps not sorrow,simply longing,a digestion of tears.
No desire to mull,no endless abyss of drenching the heart with what can only be self torture in the emptiness that is so heady when I choose it to be.
Healing,replenishment can be envisaged.Therefore don't trouble me.Be on your way with the airs and graces of the superior and I will be grateful for it.
Lift,and let me return to the headiness of the content,where it is never recognized.
Can I take a little for granted for a time?
Can I have me happy.Twirl.
It offers me minute consolation and how I lie to myself.Yet I am one of the elite who takes the practical head and wants to discard of you poor soul for a time,so you may breathe.
'Old love is ousted by new love.'
Is that absence of what I crave,renewed and oding the promise of lingering in the shadows,that makes me frail.Slumped in this meek spirit of youth that seems to have lost so much and gained too much sense to resemble naivety.
Do not make me pine.The knees may crumble while they look dispondent and guilt-ridden at my disbelieving face.
Where have you gone with me?
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|Reviewed by Elizabeth Taylor (Reader)
|Very well done.|
|Reviewed by jude forese
|like the journey you have taken me upon...|
|Reviewed by Nicole Davis Vergara (Reader)
|Petra this is very good, I agree with sweet poet friend and Lady Peg! Quite thought provoking and revealing for those who really read and look beyond the physical words!!!!