SEPARATION
A friend on this site wrote about relationships that drift apart slowly. That poem made me think which is harder; the slow break ups or the slit the throat quick ones. Well, here is a story of a quick one… you decide
at night
when I’m enclosed by the dark solitude of my room
is when I feel it most
that’s when the pain is unbearable
wrenching out my insides
and shredding my heart
until salty tears burn my cheeks
and my lungs gasp for air
at night
when the world can no longer make demands
is when my mind roams free
that’s when the confusion emerges
forcing a frenzied recollection of events
and fragmenting each moment for analysis
until all that’s left is a collage
of bitter accusations
at night
when the need to provide for others subsides
is when I reach for you
that’s when the loneliness is felt
making my soul barren of joy
and intensifying the darkness that engulfs me
until all I can do is curl up with a pillow
and sob myself to sleep
Cassey
This made me so sad, for I believe it is something every one of us experiences on some level. Beautiful and sad words.
Samuel Vega replied
thanks!