Won’t you please take
This ache
From my chest
Brandished by you
Perhaps I had become content
With my emptiness
A deadly deal swallowed
With the pill that was blue
Red red red
Like a rush to the head
As you frayed at the seams
Of all that was true
Did you think I was waiting?
Endlessly anticipating
A vision, a dream, desired unseen
Painted by you
Leave me forlorn
As night turns to morn
Where silence becomes eerie
With the ache that you grew
Tell me of happy ever after
Where tears roam wild like laughter
And fleeting fancies whisper
What I already knew
On waking I’m aching
I’m ready for taking
Left lingering and shaking
Brandished by you
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sylviasearcher (
Offline) - Published: July 2nd, 2019 02:04
- Comment from author about the poem: Perhaps this one is better than melancholy?
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Ah my lady.. but you do melancholy so very darned well... and yet, and yes I like your poem 'Marked' as well.. it seems to me there is an ache woven throughout and which I sincerely enjoyed.....
Yours sincerely,
Me....
Thanks for your kind words
my pleasure entirely..
A well woven work - and Neville is right - you do melancholy so well - not a case of being better but of being just as good.
Thanks Michael i sometimes wish it were not so
Now this was surely written by a poet that was left "brandished"......but not defeated. An excellent write to be sure!!--Christina
Thanks Christina 😌
Wow great vulnerability and strength, you are in your way to where you want to go.
Thank you for sharing
Always appreciated
Thank you always for your kind words 😌
That was meant to say "on your way" lol
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