it is in me to love
twilight's gleam lay witness to my despair
a soprano singing quietly of love loss
so much so, even the mockingbirds inside me silenced
my depth of feeling overcome
leaving me adrift
a great chasm I can’t cross
desire’s reprimand was firm
there would be no going back
you held tight to my wonder
collecting all my memories like seashells
keepsakes of our time together
sadly you shut them in the dark where you forgot
times ten a day has passed
in my waiting hours things become heavy
so heavy I can’t talk
with no wish to share the burden
my mouth closed tight won’t utter the words
those damnable words, I still love you
breaking my bones within is the pressure of love not realized
Powerfully penned, Brenda. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
hello dearest Damian thank you my friend ❤️
Chère C.,
You hit hard.
And every blow a hit.
Don’t know which source you are getting from.
Seems like I’ll never tire of it.
Warm regards, Gus
hello dearest Gus thank you for you interest I draw from the illusive thing called love ❤️
There is a way you have of taking us inside, where we see and feel what you’re expressing. Not to the depth you do, I’m sure, but this one is potent. Beautifully aching. I can feel the pressure of the words trying to escape the heart, the chest 🧡
thank you beautiful Willow you feel so deeply I can tell by your comment thank you lovely soul ❤️
Well now, this is superb. Probably one of my favs of yours now. I’m interested in what inspired it. It has a great deal of weight being shifted from line to line, as if you can’t settle it in one spot. A heaviness lingering, perhaps.
Well done, Crims.
hello dearest Styxian it is a heaviness within me for all the beings I loved and let down… sometimes I feel I should never been given the chance to fail someone so utterly thank you for your beautiful thoughts ❤️