UNORTHODOX AFFAIR (poem) by Bill Grimes Jr. on AuthorsDen

UNORTHODOX AFFAIR
by Bill Grimes Jr. → (All Poetry by Bill Grimes Jr.)
Rated "G" by the Author.

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I shaved my beard this morning Symbolic rite of grief Tale of separation A love not meant to be You pleaded with me not to leave Yet I’m the one abandoned Why It’s not important now This lie we have become Hope fades in darkness As dreams evaporate Unorthodox affair Romantic malnutrition Perpetual mind games Trumped by consequence Heartache Growing pains Soul numbing sorrow No reason to pretend Fake it any longer Harsh truth Shackled spirit Penetrating sting Grand naivety Destined to be fatal So weary of the drama Swinging pendulum Orchestrated silence Dreaded harbinger Our friendship Forged in hell Full circle fate No fond recollection Much to my dismay Blissful peaks Far more brutal valleys My patience Now exhausted At least I know the score Crushing loneliness Bridges burned by ego Peace Replaced by fear Resentment Disillusion I’m grateful for the lesson Despite such agony Hardly worth such effort Spiritual investment My hungry heart Unable To flutter in uncertainty Once I cared so deeply Can’t feel it anymore Safety net perhaps Firewalled emotions No honor in deception Such a fool I’ve been Clinging to false passion Starry eyed façade I’m strong this time With purpose Able to move on I pray you find your answers Wish you happiness © Bill Grimes Jr. 2009

Reviewed by Regis Auffray

Reviewed on September 5, 2009

Many can relate to the theme that you express via your verses here, Bill. I know I can. Love and peace,

Regis

Reviewed by Edwin Hurdle

Reviewed on June 4, 2009

Great poem,take care

EDWIN

Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)

Reviewed on June 3, 2009

As always enjoyed very much sweet man...stay safe and well..Hugsss,much love to you..

Reviewed by Bennett Kremen

Reviewed on May 30, 2009

Your affair's more orthodox than unorthodox. I know almost no one in modren times who hasn't had at least one truly hung up love like the one you're describing. What is truly good about your poem is how well it recreates the unmatched agony we all go through in our search for true passion, affection and commitment. I think a line I once wrote might just describe it: "We're all the walking wounded on the fields of love". And the lucky ones are those who find their way through these eternal battles and secure a calm place for the heart.