Delayed Reviver

W. G. Simms

You placed in my hand, a rose with no thorns

Yet I was still painted with blood.

I felt your palm, flat on my chest

Though my skin received no warmth.

I lie here, still and cold

Waiting for you, my delayed reviver.


Through the void, I drifted

Looking for my reviver.

I saw a world of darkness, in my absence

without you.

My eyes could not open, no light

Could touch mine eyes.

Yet still I lie here, waiting

for you; reviver, delayed.


You were dioxide carbon, to me

the long dead plant.

You were the mirage, of an ocean

Hidden in the desert of my heart.

I will always be without you, from now forever more,

I will always be without my reviver;

My reviver, too long delayed.

  • Author: W. G. Simms (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 18th, 2016 14:18
  • Comment from author about the poem: The heart can only take so much whilst giving itself completely. Alas my heart could take no more, waiting to be revived from a love that was never mine.
  • Category: Love
  • Views: 39
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  • Sophie

    Deep and powerful sentiment, beautifully evocative imagery -the love ( one) with the power to revive, but postponed - there is hope in the word "delayed" for time passes and brings with it fate - the gift is in embracing it when it places its hand on our chest jumpstarting the heart. Beautiful work. Looking forward to more.

    • W. G. Simms

      Many thanks for your comments. True, indeed, there is hope in "delayed" and perhaps that is the greatest knowledge of all, love knows no limits of time and will always be there.

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