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Between My Silent Sobs and Cries
Taken
From me
The soul I vowed to keep
Now
Sad perfidy
From the man with whom I sleep.
And he rails, he rails
Against me
And
Against me:
But I vowed to love and keep him;
And I meant it sincerely.
This man
I married
When the blossoms were blowing sweet
Has scooped up all the bugs and dirt
From the fallen autumn leaves
And guards the scum upon them
So jealous,
Jealousy.
And I am terrified of a winter
Of some snow piled crisp and deep
In such a blinding whiteness
I could lose what I would keep.
Lover, oh Lover
You're missing the verdant spring
And I know there's still a soul in you
As ever there has been—
But you walk now like a leper
Like a ghost that took your eyes
I wait beside your sepulcher
As each kind and sweet bit dies—
You rail, you rail
But I will not compromise:
I vowed to you and so vowed true
To your ghost, til my demise—
And you will know my love for you--
Between my silent sobs and cries.
Taken
From me
The soul I vowed to keep
Now
Sad perfidy
From the man with whom I sleep.
And he rails, he rails
Against me
And
Against me:
But I vowed to love and keep him;
And I meant it sincerely.
This man
I married
When the blossoms were blowing sweet
Has scooped up all the bugs and dirt
From the fallen autumn leaves
And guards the scum upon them
So jealous,
Jealousy.
And I am terrified of a winter
Of some snow piled crisp and deep
In such a blinding whiteness
I could lose what I would keep.
Lover, oh Lover
You're missing the verdant spring
And I know there's still a soul in you
As ever there has been—
But you walk now like a leper
Like a ghost that took your eyes
I wait beside your sepulcher
As each kind and sweet bit dies—
You rail, you rail
But I will not compromise:
I vowed to you and so vowed true
To your ghost, til my demise—
And you will know my love for you--
Between my silent sobs and cries.
Literature
The Journey
Beneath my skin, my veins pulse with desire
To know why I am here.
As I journey to find the answers to life,
I sail through the monotonous seas
That stretch forever beyond the horizon.
As my ship sails towards the dry land,
Mountains tower before me,
Filling me with both awe and intimidation.
But the mountains are eroding as time passes by,
Into merely fragments of what they once were.
I move my eyes and watch the glaciers
Melt slowly into rivers.
But even though they disappear,
They melt to provide water for all life on this planet.
You could say rivers are created by glaciers for a purpose.
I ponder those mountains and glac
Literature
Labyrinth of the Physical Form
You dare to wander throughout the catacombs
And search every scum-filled corner
In search of something you may never find.
Be careful,
For the blood dripping down the walls will stain your white shirt
And the grim underneath will wear your feet down.
You'll become entangled in the tendrils of my faults,
And the sins will ensnare you in a death grip.
The air is suffocating
And the walls drip with poison of the mind.
The inner passage
To my heart, somehow still beating,
Is not worthwhile,
Yet you insist on finding the me
That's still lost in a dream.
You shine so bright
In my darkness,
I don't want to put you out.
Literature
Claustrophobia
Forgotten the sound of everything,
been living in my hall of echoes
for far too long.
Try and move between them and suddenly
I reach a wall.
It's clear, connection cannot continue
to blossom, as long as
you
are here;
this eternal monologue.
Time for this snake to
shed the dead skin of comfort,
no more lying about the negative
not being comfortable.
Rejoice.
Not out of obligation, but
awareness;
watch it join hands with appreciation.
I've found myself at another wall,
so just destroy the concept of walls.
STOP.
CON.
FIN.
ING.
ME.
Dig, dig, dig...
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My husband's brain has deteriorated from a cluster of seizures spread out in a week. He no longer remembers much about us as a married couple, and has turned....frighteningly mean and nasty. He isn't the man I married.
However, I hold on to the hope that maybe his brain will repair itself and my true husband will come back to me. Until then, I will honor my vows to the corporeal form of this man who looks and sounds like him; but is missing his soul and love for me.
I'm actually going to ask for a critique of this poem, so let me know your thoughts.
Thanks for every comment and every fave.
However, I hold on to the hope that maybe his brain will repair itself and my true husband will come back to me. Until then, I will honor my vows to the corporeal form of this man who looks and sounds like him; but is missing his soul and love for me.
I'm actually going to ask for a critique of this poem, so let me know your thoughts.
Thanks for every comment and every fave.
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Though I know not your pain. Though I fear I may one day endure pain such as this. I have shed tears for you for I know this feeling to a lesser degree and only in my mind. This loyalty, this never-giving-up-on-someone-though-they-struggle-against-you. So maybe, no, I don't know this feeling, but I do know that you're hurt and I do know what that is like.