Just so Tired….

Wearily alone

————

Pen scrawling on paper…

each mark lighter and less distinct…

Day after day the same thing again and again…

narcoleptic brilliance….

——-

staggering down the duplicitous trail…

Everything so familiar yet hauntingly different…

searching for something solid…

indelible to this world…

—–

Parting the miasma I see it….

a loving symbol of nature….

lynchpinning the countryside,

alone yet strong…

——

Tears are fruitless….

and reality is shady at best…

but love is a wall few have climbed….

Collapsing, I fall at her feet…

——

Fragantly living….

surrounded by death,

But vividly striking heartbeat by heartbeat….

she is my breath and my life…

—–

A fearful cocoon I make…

Wrapping and twisting til essence is lost…

A part of her now….

alone with my friend…

who isn’t here at all…

—–

David L. Whitman 04/13/2012 from under a sky so blue…

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18 thoughts on “Just so Tired….

  1. my favorite:

    but love is a wall few have climbed….
    Collapsing, I fall at her feet…

    i felt the heaviness in this poem david,but beautiful.. so far my most favorite poem that you’ve written, well said! 😉

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