Is this what you promised me,
a dark paradise filled with piercing
thorns, bleeding endlessly, anemic
with love?
The pallor of promises,
ghost white in all the lies
in which I strangle a self
never born.
Breathe me in-
Tell sorry to stone,
petrified by empty words.
I will wait all my days
for what I have never tasted.
ouch...a bit of pain in this one...
ReplyDeleteliars and empty words..i would not last long...
Definitely a hard situation for someone. Many will just swallow the empty promises, always hoping. Thanks for your comment.
Deleteit's still a paradise... let's hope light will shine...
ReplyDeleteWhew, this leaves me a bit breathless. So sad to wait all that time and not taste what one hoped for.
ReplyDeleteHow I resonate, sadly, with this poem! Wonderfully penned.
ReplyDeleteOuch indeed this pain feels like that of an exposed nerve, intense and dripping with bitterness
ReplyDeleteIs it wrong to say I love this write with its darkness and pain? Really like . . .
ReplyDeleteBreathe me in-
Tell sorry to stone,
petrified by empty words.
I love the raw honesty of this very human poem. Some never taste it and others who think they have live in a technicolour world of self delusionment which is somehow even worse. Keep writing real....so refreshing !
ReplyDeletesad, but rings very true.
ReplyDeleteThank you everyone, always appreciate your stopping by.
ReplyDeleteYour imagery is so powerful here Lisa! Just love this
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