Thoughts on my predicament

By EpheLuwe

Fri, 29 Jan 2010
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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

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Submitted by Anonyme on
Truly something from the heart :) Beautiful poem. I long for the day you start rhyming again and I hope your soul heals. -Oscuro

Submitted by EpheLuwe on
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

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Submitted by MistakenMagic on
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

 

Submitted by EpheLuwe on
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 :)

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