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Gilded Strain
by Alisa JsI hunger to know the sweetness of your touch
upon my skin, all through my being
I have missed so much
waiting here for answers sure to come
by some other means, I guess
have I wandered far from reality's tender breath
waiting for the napalm,
the blast I've come to expect
and listen not to whispers felt along my neck
the memory of your kiss,
that melody of souls
careless in this midst ...
confusion reigns and I stammer now
behind this gilded cage,
where all is safe or so I'd like to think ...
I've come to hate this mad charade
these chains that bind, yet I see
this futility
my dignity tossed aside
trampled in the selfless way
of vanished dreams, now suffering
I have to leave and not too late
before I turn to dust,
before I lose my mind
and remain an empty shell
existing ... 07/01/2007 Posted on 07/02/2007
Copyright © 2024 Alisa Js
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 07/04/07 at 07:16 PM ...alisajs...not to argue the point buuuuuut just maybe he doesn't deserve your adoration of his being Adonis...we drape ourselves in others and yet even (gorgeous, handsome or not) we need the/that human touch...i "see" me in each turn of your lines--i remember me needing love/attention/acceptance at 5, at 15, at 25 [gaccck! make me stop] and each age we/i need (an)other(s)...i like the honesty in just saying...i need to feel needed...but of course, m'lady, someone, somewhere feeeeels the very same about you...lovely write, chaz |
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