by Therese Elaine
Tonight is a steady sober calm of unrushed blue that pours over me and I've got a glass of liquid melancholy to keep my lonely vigil and my hands are shaking so bad I fear that its all going to slip through my fingers like my last cigarette. Its a simple twist of complicated fate that intervenes on this cold night, a ghost that glides through and whispers indelicacies to me, the past that haunts never to heal. I have forgotten how to be alone but not lonely, I miss laughing without smiling, these upturned lips that never reach my eyes
..There is nothing so quiet as the sound of one heart beating -and mine has become deafening.
Posted on 10/02/2006
Copyright © 2019 Therese Elaine
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by A. Paige White on 10/03/06 at 04:36 AMWelcome to Pathetic!
I thoroughly enjoyed this sample of your work and look forward to your library.
Welcome to our Pathetic world! May you make POTD every day for the rest of your life (If that's important to you) or at least once in a while!
|Posted by Tom Goss on 07/17/10 at 05:17 PM|
Drenched with velvet lacklusterness, embraced by the smooth froth of your tightly turned phrases, and finished off with a lovely coat of red.