Turn Toward the Window


Turn Toward the Window


Turn towards the window

I will face the wall

Don’t tell me

That you love me

I can’t take it anymore


My time is mine

As yours is yours

And if the time is ripe

For leaving

Then I won’t

Stand in your way


You’ve hurt me

For so long now

By wanting this

And wanting that

Nothing really tangible

But never satisfied


Take your

Pocketful of poems

Your patchwork jeans

Check out your sanity

Go ride on your misery

Let me be a memory

And leave me now forever

  • Author: Neville (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 17th, 2019 02:39
  • Comment from author about the poem: I found these words in a pile of other scribbles while clearing out my shed... They are among my first attempts at poetry... more years ago now than I care to remember......... cheers, Neville
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  • orchidee

    A fine write Neville. I tried writing in my shed. The light bulb went out. Couldn't see a thing. So I wrote a poem: 'A black cat in a coal cellar at midnight'. lol.

    • Neville

      thank you, why not post it...

      • orchidee

        Erm, not written it yet! Heehee. Just the title, which is odd, as that's usually the last thing I do. You in that shed?!

      • 2 more comments

      • Fay Slimm.

        Telling it then as it once was - love soured reads as a powerful piece of well-written insistence - - good that you found it to share here Nev.

        • Neville

          Thank you Fay.. I found several scribbles from way back.. had I not checked, they would have just gone up in smoke... like the relationship that inspired it I imagine.... N

        • dusk arising

          A good 'loves epitaph' written with the feeling of the moment which really comes through. Definitely an 'I've had enough of you' air about this.
          Did it bring the moment back vividly. I expect so. (Mine do for me).

          • Neville

            Always.. but I guess that's why we record it .. Many thank you's and all that jazz..... N

          • Suresh

            So did I, but left them scribbled, unpublished... untitled....unfinished

            All I needed to know
            Is how could you let me go
            All I knew
            Is that I loved you so

            You strayed, you betrayed
            Your heart was never in it
            You knew it, you blew it
            I hope it was worth it

            Being free of all that frost
            How come I feel so lost
            Ever since then I confess
            I'm a mess

            Ever since then n now
            All we know, love is blind
            Yet, I must move forward
            Alone, my place, I must find

            My words show simplicity of youth and immaturity of composition

            • Neville

              enjoyed by me tho regardless......... cheers, N

            • SerenWise

              Very emotional and elegantly written, well done

              • Neville

                well blow me down, I am indeed honoured.. thank you

              • Michael Edwards

                You'd better search that shed for some more gems.

                • Neville

                  what a bloomin lovely thing to say... thank you sir.....

                  • Michael Edwards

                    Hope you find shed loads - sorry couldn't resist!

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