Lost
My sorrow remains unclimatic
As the pain simply fails to peak
Your joy dissolves into my heartache
A piece of you that refuses to fade.
There were days that I adored you
Idolized you as the sun
Found peace and comfort in you
Held on for much too long.
Swollen tears of frustration
Inconsistent heartbeats lost
Failed hopes and dreams adorn me
Reminders of my weakest part.
February 25, 2009 at 3:55 pm
Hmm…I really like this piece. I’m undecided about the word “unclimatic.” Sure you don’t mean “anticlimactic” ?
February 28, 2009 at 4:32 pm
I like unclimiatic. I love it that you can create words in poetry that are not found on anyone’s lips but your own. Superb. Keep writing. It’s the way we know…see..and keep in touch with each other. Love you – A.