forever cuts
as you hold me ever
in the stasis of hope
Ever close enough
to taste tomorrow's touch
through the fresh scars
of yesterday
Forever far enough
to make me ever ache
for any way to dull
the edge of never
Yet the knife of never
forever sharpens itself
and bloods me daily
before sheathed in silence
~ ~ ~
Emotion
02/27/06 by hugo_sam in Lost in the '70's
The feeling of dispair and longing come forth strongly. Moving in it's simplicity. Well done. Hugo
Ouch!
02/27/06 by MistressJett
Damn, sweetie. I know that feeling all too well, and I understand how much it hurts. You put it into words very well. *hugs*
It's this part...
02/27/06 by Belegon in SoCal
...that is the clincher. "Ever close enough to taste tomorrow's touch" If all hope would finally vanish, if things were allowed to fade to memory, then that knife would dull. But to allow that to happen is against our obstinate nature. Beautiful words, mon ami.
wonderful read!
02/27/06 by oregon_gal
full of the stuff that keeps us on the edge.
ouch
02/27/06 by 4degrees
i know this kind of blade good write, hard i know. curt
Dark
03/03/06 by vampiredust
but beautiful. We all feel like this sometimes and you've described it wonderfully. Great read!
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03/04/06 by LeBroz in _NY - too far from Atlanta
A word A feeling; Both powerful weapons.
powerful....
03/05/06 by dcpoet44
nuff said......nicely done......don
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