June 17, 2012

~ Can't Ever Walk Away ~


You'll never be free of the disease of me
I'll always make tracks in your mind
Leave footsteps and regrets and altering thoughts
Realise that I'm one of a kind

You'll never be free of the bruise that is me
I'm the blood in the veins of your eye
I'll forever reflect in the pools where you look
Rip your heart out with one little sigh

You'll never be free of the fire that is me
Fingertips blister on touch
I'll sigh in your ear when you're lonesome
And singe any other you clutch

You'll never be free of the silence of me
Trees moaning with each violent sway
While the land all around you leave pointers to me
As my essences fill up your day

You'll never be free..........................
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18 comments:

Dana Dampier said...

This is a beautiful poem. I've got a few things I feel like I'll never be free of.

Daydreamertoo said...

Oooo... never be free sounds like a staker...haha
This is powerful, very visual. Lovely!

Helen said...

This is filled to the brim with strength, energy, YOU WILL NEVERs! I loved it.

Brian Miller said...

wow so vivid and alive...love the allusions to fire, bruise and disease...each a different texture of love...the violent sway of trees is a great touch as well...

Linda said...

The control and domination you have created in your poem is repulsive. My prayers are that no one would ever be so bullied or violated. Brilliant imagery.... a frightful share. Thanks, Lena.

Jinksy said...

That does sound like a
curse-that-isn't-a-curse, if you see what I mean! LOL

Tess Kincaid said...

Powerful and lyrical at the same time...

Catfish Tales said...

I so relate to this piece, Lena, and the rage felt by actions / or inactions taken causing the breakup with one you have so loved. Cheers

SueAnn Lommler said...

Some relationships sure can be like this. Yikes!
Hugs
?SueAnn

Paige + Shauna said...

helena your poem, words are on fire, lady!
i love the confident, uber-boldness
of this poem - like a chant that
seeps into the blood.

Ginny Brannan said...

That would be some deep impression that you left! Wonderful piece!

Lyn said...

A stalkers delight...brrr! Pure ego's state of mind...You and Escher...quite a picture..you did well.

Sue said...

All just about perfect, but I especially liked

I'm the blood in the veins of your eye.

So cool.

=)

Other Mary said...

Oh, wicked brilliant!

Hey Monkey Butt said...

Awesome writing. Love it! :)

Berowne said...

One word, one powerful word: excellent!

Bee's Blog said...

I wouldn't like to get on the wrong side of you! Great write.

Helena said...

Oh my! What a mix of comments. I've only just got round to reading this - but sorry for being 'repulsive' folks. It is only fiction, (which I must be good at to evoke such comments)and actually quite mild in the scorned woman scenario compared to some examples I've come across - (especially on Crime and Investigation channel.....!)

....oh, and the only thing (in real life) I've dominated has been the remote for the television! And that's life...!

*whisper* remember now......it's just a poem!