by Nishi
3am
The streetlights gleam
Raindrop bokeh
On my windowpane
I hide under the sheets,
Afraid to close my eyes
A shadow passes beyond
And I watch
I wonder
Is it you again
Come back to haunt me?
.
I can see sometimes
That the stars shine
Through raging thunderclouds
Are these raindrops?
Are these my tears?
.
The lights
Have abandoned me
I stumble
Over broken glass and dreams
A black fog
Fills this gutter
I fell into
Is it you
Reaching out to me?
The light blinds me
Again.
.
Wiping grime off my face
And blood off my fingers
My gloves are ripped
My hands dirty
I look back
Is it you there?
A shadow follows me
As I stagger away
.
I feel your heart stop under my fingers
Your breath was lost a long time ago
Sirens cut through
The cold night air
Crawls up my skin
Paralyses my chest
Fills me with silent screams
.
Despair
I tried
I believed
I gave you everything I had
I did this for you
Now I am empty
And lost
.
3am
And I hide under the weight
Of misplaced dreams
Raindrops
Hit my window
There are no streetlights
A shadow
Follows me
Holds me close
We have met before
I pretend to sleep
Away
This life
Where you and I
Were never meant to be.
4 comments:
Excellent poem. The last line says it all and wraps the whole thing up nicely.
Oh, she did him in. Can she live with it?
"I gave you everything I had
I did this for you"
Great poetic vibe!:-)
oh wow - loved it - she was so under the weight, heavy beautifully done
Aubrie: Hello and thank you for your comment. By the way, I must say, your website is really beautiful and inspiring. The doorway to a fantasy world, I am completely entranced by it :)
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Hi Cynthia, Thank you for commenting. I can't begin to tell you how surprising your interpretation of the poem was and I utterly love your take. I think it's going to be my most favourite comment on any of my work for all time. I am writing a story based on this, so I can't give much away yet, but your thoughts have given me renewed inspiration!
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Hi Michelle, Thank you for your lovely comment. The line about being under the weight of unfulfilled dreams, that is one of my favourite bits of the poem. I am always thrilled to find out how much feeling gets to the reader through the poem, hence your thoughts are gratifying.
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P.S. I wish we could have nested replies. I don't know how to do that here in Blogger.
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