What Might Once Have Been
Dear lord how I do despise myself
these days ..
The space I fill, of simply being me ..
Indeed all of
those lies, that lay now between us
plus all I once
loved, did feel, wonder and see ..
It seems all that
what surely was and truly, might now
well have just been
still, quiet and cruelly, nowt but a dream ..
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Reality is but an illusion.....
Your middle name aint Sartre is it DA ................................... but then, who knows, both of ya could be write 🙂
Retrospection can be fraught with regrets and when so aptly penned it helps us review the space we now fill - --- -- -such an arrestingly graphic read my friend............x
thank you for being so gentle with me Fay ............................. x
What made you feel so?
................. if I knew that, I wouldn't hesitate to tell ya my friend, but for now, I'm gonna blame it on my imagination .......................... but thanks for the show of concern & of course, your visit is appreciated ... Neville
I'm wondering what made you feel such a way. And i think we all have those days of feeling like we are just filling space. Overall very sad but compelling. A wonderful read!
Thank you Christina8 ... I think having an imagination & a full pen but knowing there's only so much time helped ..................................................... Oh' n thank you profusely petal ......... 🙂
to doubt, so as to yearn - for
just a spec of reassuring presence
a darting reflection, dot of light
upon life's bleak cave, walls..
(I relate and by doing so
feel a little bit more hollow, but
in identifying and feeling that hollowness
I empower myself, to fill it up
with something more tangible..
that's what potential you imbue
with such poetic sincerity)
therapy
in teaching us to fish
ourselves
free of the disquiet seas of circumstance
and mirage, interpretations
of those warped, blind faith
based, portrayals
of external dependency, hope
we inherited...
(I for one, thank you
dear Poet, Supreme!!!)
Indeed, it is I who should thank you Mek .. and so I do and truly ................................ Neville
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