All I ask of you is to forget me not.
Do you think I could ever forget you?
Do I miss you? Would the earth miss the sun?
Would the rose miss the gentle rain?
Would the lone swan grieve for her mate?
Oh God, how I miss you, will it ever end....
this sense of emptiness, this limbo?
Life goes on, no one knows but me
how much I miss you, every day.
No one sees the devastation of my soul
the stark infertility of my heart.
The way I move though the moments
like an unfeeling zombie...comfortably numb.
Good bye is a sad, unthinkable thing,
and yet, with all the grief it caused, it's better
than being loved from the edge of your life
living in the far corner of your world.
Having you, but not having you
wanting you, needing you in vain.
So now the numbness is welcome to fill me
and drive out the pain of hopelessness
and the dark sense of my unimportance
while waiting outside the circle of your arms.
I’ve lived in worse places than the state of limbo.
You take me to world's unknown Southern Lady, I love your write and this one is great and amazing and I am reading some of your lovely poems today. You are a gold star writer and deserves stars.**********
Passionate write, La Belle. You've done very well to describe the inner feelings we often have when love goes awry and the outward show of that inner feelings that keeps us bound in one place. Enjoyed this!
George
Reviewed by twinklewrites at her desk (Reader)
Reviewed on July 11, 2007
I agree, why waste life in someone who doesn’t know how to share…Excellent touching poetry, also the flow of words was outstanding…hugs, Peggy
Reviewed by Victor Buhagiar (Reader)
Reviewed on July 11, 2007
Lovely metaphors. One cannot help but agree with you. There are things one cannot forget. Victor
Oh Sweet Sissy! You can express yore pain so well, OUCH! LOVE YOU! Sissy
Reviewed by Ron (sketchman) Axelson (Reader)
Reviewed on July 11, 2007
A soul touching poem..Very eloquent writing
Hee, hee, about my bio pic, I just couldn't
help meself.
Thanks for bein you La Belle..
Hugs....
Reviewed by Lydia Shutter (Reader)
Reviewed on July 11, 2007
Profound heartbreak in this write, La Belle. Better to live in limbo than to be with nose pressed at the window watching the life you want being led by someone else. Excellent poetry...so powerful! Lydi**
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I wanted to purchase a sukiyaki sub. I parked my car in an area of
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George
this is such beautiful poetry, you write with a mastery I can only aspire to...
and the haunting music heightens the feelings, Judy Collins?
Walt
Hee, hee, about my bio pic, I just couldn't
help meself.
Thanks for bein you La Belle..
Hugs....
That last line is a gem. It sums up and says it all. Always a pleasure reading your poetry my friend.