The feeling of separation.
Separation
Sometimes I'd taste a sudden burst of salt marinating my tongue
I thought I'd beat the feeling, I'd won.
It'd creep back at me, past midnight, bar none.
What's farfetched is how deep I've numbed myself.
So the screams are now distant memories,
now muffled cries of help.
Over time its all decayed bottled jargon on cobwebbed shelves.
I would've never forged a mental image of forever, had I known.
So that bearing the burden of losing a fairytale would've been alone.
Instead every last detail had to be shared down to every bit.
Of a completely flawed, grotesque relationship.
Pain comes in moments when I'm deafened by the pounding
in my ears.
Like an adrenaline shot of forget-me-nots, of those yesteryears.
They have me crippled, mixed in with salt, I'll call it a night.
I'll let my pillows get sodden; I'd lose the battle; this constant fight.
Kim , you have depicted the emotions very well poetically ! Remember dear the darkest hours come before the dawn ! -Raj
Nicely penned, I hope it is therapedic. Cat
There is a lot of sadness in your poem. Writing is a good way to help understand it. Hope it gets better for you. Sadness creeps up on me as well. Some never does heal all the way and the best is to stay busy and keep sharing with those you feel comfortable with.
Loss and Separation are unfortunately more than capable of leveling some of the most tiring & unconsoleable pain and pressure from the tenseness of the nape of your neck to the cockles of your inner body , on down to the legs that won't stop shaking & knocking against each other...Young lady, you have depicted your storyline with effulgent, pictorial imagescape....and a structural movement that glides like satin off silk....Solid Penning! ~FjR~
a moving poem