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Sunday, April 29, 2012

Words

I don't feel you anymore, so desolate without you near.
When you first came to me, I never questioned your presence.
Now that you are no more, questions are all I have left.
Why did you choose to be with me, embrace me to keep me from falling into the abyss of misery,
Forever held my hand in support and comfort, until now?
I could be alone with people all around me,
But never with you right there by my side, smiling at my foolishness and drama.
Were you always in me, residing, waiting to show yourself, at my emotional high?
You made a home out of my bruised heart,
Boosted my ego with fancy praise.
I used you, to distinguish light from the dark, hope from despair.
You were my salvation, come to free me of guilt, come to break the chains of regret.
My dreams took beautiful forms when you translated them for me.
Always found peace in your arms.
Some of the best gifts I ever received are all of your generous doing.
I wear them proudly for all to see.
You made me appealing to the world.
Seeing life through your eyes put a different spin on things.
I liked it best, when you came awake with the songs that I played.
You let me hide behind you when things got out of control,
But I was selfish.
You never asked for anything in return, only to be showcased with dignity and grace, rightfully yours.
Did I abuse your trust, your virtue? Is that why you left?
I miss you sorely with all my heart, come back to me, before I fall apart.
I am completely bereft without you.

3 comments:

Sherin Thomson said...

I can relate to this poem now... wthout my brother

Kirutika said...

Sheri... I re-read the poem after ur comment and it gives a new perspective... thank u so much...

I hope in time ur grief lessens dear... God bless you...

Kirutika said...

I had written this poem when I had writer's block, I appealed to 'Words' as though it were my companion that had deserted me. This is a love/friendship poem dedicated to 'Words'.