Red Eyes

1 Comments

Tags:
  • Life

    Red Eyes

    Unfinished feelings

    For someone I couldn’t reach on the inside

    Deeply touched in every way

    Completely taken away

    She had me

    With forbidden tears

    From forbidden actions

    I wasn’t left with closer

    When she walked away

    My feelings had nowhere to escape

    Trapped in my Heart

    The torment of a one sided Desire

    Only a few can say they’ve touched me

    Fewer can say they know me as she did

    Only she can say what we had

    She was everything I ever dreamed of

    But in the end

    A disappointment like all the rest

    Fate has a wicked since of humor

    As she came crawling back into my life

    Without a fight

    I offer a care in the world

    But my Heart knows better

    Walk away while you still can

    A voice echo’s through my head

    I don’t heed the voices advice

    I don’t know why

    But I reply

    To her cry

    Then fall silent

    What will she do next

    Don’t want to admit it

    But my Heart holds a breath

    I shouldn’t be surprised

    She’s gone again

    Back into her own world

    A waste of my time

    Anger cries out

    Pride feeling wounded

    For making the effort to help

    When in the end

    She repeated her offense

    With endless silence 

    She was the messenger

    The answer

    Another chapter in my Heart’s pursuit

    Of happiness

    Of ….Love

    This chapter….her chapter ….is:

    -Fin-

    Poem Comments

    (1)

    Please login or register

    You must be logged in or register a new account in order to
    leave comments/feedback and rate this poem.

    Login or Register

    lisaner commented on Red Eyes

    12-21-2012

    And so now is her chapter really -Fin-? The feeling I get is that there still may be a chance, though the speaker is quite wounded as well as pissed!! Soldiers (and cowboys) always get up and back to the "pursuit." LOL!! Merry Christmas, TLC. Lisa P.S. Could you please read my "No, Nancy" posted 12/1? thanks.

    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.
    TheLastCowboy has no poems.