When we are lost, we call for a friend…
A person with whom to share,
Or family to cast our burdens on
Some cry to a God that answers
And I’ve seen
Some lean on a spouse…
Yet, others like me…
I lean only on my own self
My friends cannot bring comfort
They exist in a different reality
And if truly, if truly they cared,
Then I would care too…
My family is too preoccupied,
Though I lack the commitment to be occupied by them
I lack the heart to forfeit to them
Whenever I have a misgiving
I run to her…
But she is not my spouse
Nor is she my mistress
Or a figment of imagination
It is true, I dreamed her
But not into my life, she came a year ago,
Entered four months before
And, if truly
My heart has turned to stone…
Then her
Her and God
They keep a vein throbbing
They keep the small heart beating
So, when I’m lost I call for no-one
I cry for nothing and they still hear
Her and God
Comments
Anonyme | January 29, 2010 - 20:24
Truly something from the heart :)
Beautiful poem.
I long for the day you start rhyming again and I hope your soul heals.
-Oscuro
EpheLuwe | January 29, 2010 - 20:27
Thank you Anonyme :)
Yeah... I havent wrote a poem with rhyming qualities for a while. I'll try one day. Thank you for appreciating
- Oscuro
MistakenMagic | January 30, 2010 - 09:35
This is brilliant, Oscuro! I especially love these lines:
'I run to her…
But she is not my spouse
Nor is she my mistress
Or a figment of imagination
It is true, I dreamed her
But not into my life, she came a year ago,'
And beautiful concluding lines! Just caught a little typo - I think 'vain' should be 'vein' if you're talking about the blood vessel! ;)
Magic xxx
EpheLuwe | January 30, 2010 - 21:11
Thank you so much Magic :)
I was unsure about it... It seemed to me too free from any rhyming structure;
Thank you for appreciating,and, yes, I'll fix that right away :)