September 26, 2006
My Nicole
the spawn of pain has swelled my heart
and here I am living a life bound by freedom,
shackled by a love that never returned,
writhing in agony in the subtle hints of lunacy.
I scream, voiceless as I am.
Mute from the cries adjured by the soul.
Shot from a distance
as I was gazing awe-struck
at the heaven I once called home.
Though my words never reach the deaf ears of she who has disappeared from my reality, coughing and reaching for the last drop of hope that suspends itself from the leaf of the rose I brought her.
I cease not because of the scars and bruises of the fight,
but because my heart is being killed through neglect. Tear-dried eyes remembering the yesterday that tomorrow will never know.
I hold my child in my arms, knowing that this might be the last day I can hold her before the eyes of my angel.
I turn in tonight aware of who I love and how insurmountable the walls she has built between us.
This last day, as we sat in the cottage atop the highest part of the city is my only memory...
Painful as it was, I closed my eyes and sipped on malt, polluted my lungs with the orange cinders of cancer.
While she avoids my stares as I desperately try to see the love in her eyes that my ears have long since forgotten.
I go insane as she shut her doors to the words I uttered that have lost meaning to her. I give her what she desires the most, I vanish.
She has avoided me and her words made clear...
One-sided, she feels as I make her wrong and I am always right. That I am the underdog and she is the evil witch. My mistake that I am paying for in spades.
With out answers to mend my honor,
without tears to quench my thirst
without reason to send me away...
I shall go as she has subconsiously requested,
for I Love Her...
My Nicole.
and here I am living a life bound by freedom,
shackled by a love that never returned,
writhing in agony in the subtle hints of lunacy.
I scream, voiceless as I am.
Mute from the cries adjured by the soul.
Shot from a distance
as I was gazing awe-struck
at the heaven I once called home.
Though my words never reach the deaf ears of she who has disappeared from my reality, coughing and reaching for the last drop of hope that suspends itself from the leaf of the rose I brought her.
I cease not because of the scars and bruises of the fight,
but because my heart is being killed through neglect. Tear-dried eyes remembering the yesterday that tomorrow will never know.
I hold my child in my arms, knowing that this might be the last day I can hold her before the eyes of my angel.
I turn in tonight aware of who I love and how insurmountable the walls she has built between us.
This last day, as we sat in the cottage atop the highest part of the city is my only memory...
Painful as it was, I closed my eyes and sipped on malt, polluted my lungs with the orange cinders of cancer.
While she avoids my stares as I desperately try to see the love in her eyes that my ears have long since forgotten.
I go insane as she shut her doors to the words I uttered that have lost meaning to her. I give her what she desires the most, I vanish.
She has avoided me and her words made clear...
One-sided, she feels as I make her wrong and I am always right. That I am the underdog and she is the evil witch. My mistake that I am paying for in spades.
With out answers to mend my honor,
without tears to quench my thirst
without reason to send me away...
I shall go as she has subconsiously requested,
for I Love Her...
My Nicole.
Posted by yabs on September 26, 2006 at 08:12 PM | Comments
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