Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Not Very Receptive

I will never say the words you want to hear
I don't have them in me
Search all you want
They were ripped from my chest
And burned to ashes

There's nothing that will birth the sound
The bittersweet touch
The uncertainty that you crave
There's nothing in my chest
Nothing that excites me
There's a hole
A dark, empty whole
I'm probably missing something there
But I'll never find
I don't want it
I don't need it

Your eyes are bleeding
Clear streams, inconsistent streams
Why are you still here?
There's nothing for me here
There's nothing for you here
There's no one here
I don't exist
I just pass by

2 comments:

Carrie Amie said...

Wow... this poem sounds like it was written after someone had hurt you in a way that you can't seem to fix?

It will come back, just give it time. But until that keep writing... powerful pieces come from deep emotions : ) and yours are pretty great pieces!

Anonymous said...

I love the symmetry of your lines.

Key/Legend

word = speaking/singing
(word) = whispering/echo
[word] = stern voice/screaming