You come to me shrouded in darkness and pain
The mystery of you fills my head
You shed a magical light that that clearly shows
An innocent and beautiful soul,
But it's a light that a privileged few can see.
That light feels like it's blinding, to me
You don't even know it's there
You sit in the darkness not realizing,
That through miles and miles of cyberspace
I can, and do, touch your sweet face
I taste your tears, I feel your fears,
I reach for you with all my heart
You, still huddled in the dark
I can't make it go away, your pain, my need
They are content to stay
You cannot feel me, but you know I'm there
Such little comfort, wondering why I care
You have your life, and I have mine
And though our paths may never cross
I see your light, and know the truth
Of how the woman you'd become
Was slowly strangled
In her youth.
13 comments:
What? No comments? Cowards!!!
If you can't say something nice, don't say anything at all, is that it?
That's okay, I am no poet, I know this. Far from it, this just pushed it's way out of me, rather unexpectedly.
Okay I'll be brave. The subject matter is kind of close to my heart. I get too attached to some of my cyber pals so I understand where it's coming from. And you're not THAT bad!
That was incredibly beautiful!
Thank you tsduff! You are officially my favorite commenter ever!
Brought a tear to my eye for sure, or was it the onion on my liverwurst sandwich? My parents sometimes wondered if I should have been slowly strangled as a youth.
slip, I'm starting to wonder too! ;)
"m" I'm sorry I had to delete your comment. You are very observant, however, use little descretion please!
Wow, first Heart in San Francisco, now you -- what is up with the serious posts lately? Is there a Prozac shortage I'm not aware of? :)
It was a lovely poem. You should poeticize more often.
Jonah, I know. I haven't felt big funny lately, but your post inspired me to try to write something wonderful. I promise you won't be disappointed next time!
Holy smokes! I take a sabbatical and I come back to this! Have I been that open about my feelings? :-) Okay okay, I am being a smartass (not smartassbian). I can't handle sad poetry.
Ces, You are a gift!
Mmmmmm. I knew someone like this once. Unfortunately things got too intimate, too painful, too fucking dangerous before I could break through the final layer of mortar she'd erected around her heart.
Claudia, Interesting comment, different person though...
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