not letting go - tanka suite

memories rising
from the coffin of my soul
petrify my heart…
embracing my numb tombstone
i search for oblivion…

unshed heavy tears
hold within them your being,
hiding in my dark…
loneliness may taste better
when sipped slowly, day by day…

and after a while
even stings’ touch becomes sweet -
honey-like venom,
painful reflections of you
engraved all over my thoughts…

NadineM
Wow, this is powerful! The longing and depth of pain here is felt so strongly throughout. The second stanza is profound and I could taste the all-too familiar bitterness you describe....Nadine

Sandra Martyres
A grim write - but I agree with Abhinav the last stanza speaks volumes about your talent with imagery...