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Another poem? Titleless...
Yes, another poem. stare
My friend Theresaasked me to look up her entries in a poetry contest, and I got to thinking, "What If i entered, with apoem about how I felt with Donovan?" Well, this is that poem. I really hope someone can tell me if it's good, bad or just weird... Also, if you've got anything for the title, just comment... I want it to be about a tree.
It seems like only yesterday that you caressed me,
But I keep forgetting that it was centuries ago.
When I try to tell you how much you’ve always meant to me,
You turn your head and pretend not to notice.
You make no actual attempts to reach back out,
When I lay awake and call your name at night.
You act so young and don’t care about a thing
Even when you’ve injured my feelings.
I think it’s my fault that all this has happened,
Since you never tell me otherwise.
I’m drowning in my sorrow; I’m stumbling on the path
There’s no chance that I can survive.
Your knife claimed to protect me from anything,
But the one thing that you couldn’t shield me from was yourself.
You enlighten me with words of love,
But deep down I knew they were false.
My sturdy limbs weep the very rivers that surround me
For all that you’ve forgotten and all that I’ve lost.
Can’t you see that I’m too miserable or worried
To stand on my own deep roots?
Wasn’t there a moment that you can think of between us
That you felt some deep connection with?
Was I really so inconspicuous that you lost interest
And just pried me up to toss me into the river?
Instead of really setting me free,
You’ve bound me up in the realms of my mind.
My memories pull me down into the depths,
Where I spend most of my time thinking.
Thinking, “How did this happen to us so quickly?” or
“What did I do wrong, and what can I do to fix it?”
When really I wasn’t the problem, and couldn’t realize
That it was your foolishness that lead us here.
It was your immaturity that lead you here
And your inability to see you for what you really were.
And here I die in my lonely river
That you have so gracefully cast me into.
And that I couldn’t see the truth until it was too late
Hurt me even worse.
My hollow trunk is filled with shame-
For how could I let you do such a thing?
But when I’m lying in my river of remorse,
Waiting for the salty water to flood over my face;
For all that I lost to come back to me in my shallow grave-
Waiting to be pulled under and die.
I feel nothing… not even the water.
And in this moment something came to me.
I am not drowning.
I am floating.
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