by Gavin M Roy
when alone i sit and stare
thinking of times gone past
pondering of my loves care
and for that time i grasp
my eyes flood though ritually dry
and i befriending death
looked him in the eye.
Coldness of black corroded my breath.
Now i reach for the past i once forgot
and yearn to tell her so
but alas i am where i once sought
and thus i release these woes.
eolian memories grasp and choke
and from this state i awoke.
Author's Note: see, I wrote teen-angst too!
Posted on 12/18/2002
Copyright © 2022 Gavin M Roy
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 12/19/02 at 03:44 AM|
Angst it is! You've done it quite credibly.
|Posted by Glenn Currier on 04/07/03 at 03:21 PM|
Especially like the second verse. Your poem takes me from solitude to love to sadness to dream. Good poem, Gavin.
|Posted by Susan Q Tomas on 02/20/04 at 07:08 PM|
Wow, very teen angst. Death and lost love, that just about covers it. You convey deep emotion here. thank's for sharing your poem you wrote long ago.