The Calling Void

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic


We were two hell-bound ships,

sailing the darkened days

who found each other in the haze

and spent passion hours of locked lips--

And many more of quiet moments,

both lost in the other’s eyes,

knowing, loving, ignoring our secret lies;

beautiful. But I did not heed the omens.

I helped her and she helped me

to pass the trials of living

each and both giving

but never did I tell her of her beauty-

For though I saw her and knew she was broken,

I thought myself too strong to give her that power

and so contented myself to the presence of her hour

and left too many words unspoken.


I remember most that I loved her smile:

it made me forget the Earth

and its listless lack of mirth

if only for a small while.

Because when we were together,

often it came--

And yes, I’ll admit, I was to blame,

but not at all bitter--, she knew I was her tether,

lest she once again find her way to the brink

and teeter on the voiding black--

No, I kept her from there, brought her back,

I hope… I think…

But though she managed to return,

she felt forevermore

a ponderous pull to that final door:

a shaped soul anon to cease to burn.

What can I do?

Your crystalline, hued eyes,

all your shamed lies…

How do I save you?

God knows I’ve tried

but time and time again

its always been

you who’s vied

to save me,

to keep me from that same edge

to hold me back from the calling ledge,

But can’t I see?

Yours is the faltering, the fading--

too tired of waiting

for someone like me

to come along,

to gather you in sure arms

and press at bay all the world’s harms,

to sing to you an unsung song,

Can’t I see?

I know you’re here

so why can’t I hear

you crying, begging for something, anything: me….

She’s screaming so loud

WHY, Why can’t I hear her??
Why couldn’t I have just brought you nearer?

That’s all you needed, a separation from the crowd--

someone to name you

another name

to call you nothing the same--

to tell you true.

But there was never that knight

and so she strove and fought but fell beneath the damned wave,

failing to continue her fight against the void, someone to save,

but who had no other soul on that lonely night.

So she placed the blade to her skin

one final cut, one last time

tearing from this world a smothered shine:

the ultimate sin.

The horrors of the world drove her to it, pushed her over--

I was meant to be her bulwark, a shield

but to my own pride I could not yield,

and so never a day again shall I be sober,

kept cruelly in the world, in a black so deep-

clutching the scrap of brilliance I could find,

holding her and telling her in my mind,

but every moment too, wishing I could meet her at that endless sleep.

Submitted: November 18, 2014

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Clint Hula


Tue, November 18th, 2014 3:19pm



Tue, November 18th, 2014 5:16pm


Felt every line...

Tue, November 18th, 2014 5:10pm


It had emotion in it :/

Tue, November 18th, 2014 5:17pm

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