Night sky
burning with my vulnerabilities
I see my being
rising up in flares
Slow at first
And then it sets
ablaze
As I inhale
Your
words that meant a lot
And my naivety
as an afterthought
The smoke
of our moments inside my mouth
I clench them
together
Till my eyes
begin to sting
And mist begins
to form in their crevice
As I try, I try
To imprison the hazy
memories inside my lungs
They smolder me incapable
To breathe, to
exist
A bond that ‘once’
was
Begins to seethe
And I choke on
my gullibility
And your latent abilities
While I finally
release you from me
Trailing behind
is the ashen taste
Of bluntness that
could nip associations
A bond that was envy
of the town
Which now
Has slowly died
a slow death
How I wish
Terminal worries too could be exhaled in thin air
Right there one
moment
Becoming invisible
the next one
A bond that was an intoxication
Left behind a
bitter aftertaste
That scuffled with
other senses
Blinding, effacing,
burning
A ‘me’ a ‘you’
and maybe an ‘us’ too!
Gripping...I could feel the pain of the protagonist.
ReplyDeleteThis will definitely impact 'passive smokers' as well, if you know what I mean :)
Cheers,
CRD
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ashen taste of bluntness... like that!
ReplyDelete"Till my eyes begin to sting / And mist begins to form in their crevice" exquisite, deep and moving...
ReplyDeleteBeautifully poignant.
ReplyDeleteThe metaphor of smoking and a relationships is so apt... many great turns in your poem.
ReplyDeleteOh yes.. I enjoyed a second visit.
DeleteI have known that intoxication and bitter aftertaste. You have described it well.
ReplyDeleteThis certainly reminds me of what smokining was like, well done.
ReplyDeleteWonderful metaphor... I think :)
ReplyDeleteZQ
"naivety as an afterthought" and "I choke on my gullibility" are two phrases of beauty that also imply guilt. I think there should be no guilt in this grief, none at all.
ReplyDeleteHow beautifully descriptive this poem is. Let's hope that former affair does not haunt you later on and really hurt you.
ReplyDeleteGood riddance, bythe sound of it!
ReplyDeleteToo bad in the ending but perhaps it's better that there is no "us" ~ Good to see you at OpenLinkNight ~
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