Feelings of Ash

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
Poem about how one lover tries and keeps trying and other doesn't care.

Submitted: August 04, 2012

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Submitted: August 04, 2012



I came to her in every hour,

every way I would endow her,

but only did my feeling she devour,

every day and every hour.


Nothing that she gave me was an answer,

every day only an illicit dancer,

my feelings seen like a quick tango by a glancer,

every day and every hour, nothing more and not my answer.


I came to her to talk a feeling,

every day to find a healing,

but only feelings discarded like a poker dealing,

shuffled and mixed, but not my feelings.


Nothing that I could figure to do,

every day trying to solve with absent clue,

but rather theirs, did she feel in lieu,

not mine but theris is all she would do.


And finally came that day,

where I found it my own way,

to another would my feelings say,

my feelings I would say, my feelings heard that day.


So I give a lesson from the quiet,

feelings unheard will begin to riot,

give it an excuse, but who will buy it,

feelings like a riot are very hard to quiet.


The riot spread like a forest fire,

she sprayed it with her hose in dire,

feelings, flickering, flaming, raging higher,

she called like a flaming choir, only unheard by my fire.


She came to him, to rebuild the ash,

every way trying to endow the past,

trying to build to last,

every day building fast, but nothing left his feelings were ash.

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