Negation.
I accept
the love you do not feel
the pain you do not give
the torment you do not inflict.
I accept
love negated
cease to fight
that which is lost to sight.
I accept
being passion's bride
at sorrow's bedside
watching your life
never being mine.
the love you do not feel
the pain you do not give
the torment you do not inflict.
I accept
love negated
cease to fight
that which is lost to sight.
I accept
being passion's bride
at sorrow's bedside
watching your life
never being mine.
Labels: poetry
Selected by Pincushion |
20:01 |
6 Comments:
Slings and arrows of outrageous fortune...is that why you call yourself Pincushion? Liked the poem :)
ooops..didn't realise it was THAT obvious :->
btw..thanks for the appreciation .
As I said on your blog - intense! To me it reads like the woman as the other, peeking in...
Welcome aboard...good to see you here as well, Pincushion!
Nice to see you here Pincushion .. its got some depth in it ands is somewhat bittersweet.
"I accept
being passion's bride
at sorrow's bedside
watching your life
never being mine."
Like that
Thank you Max for the encouragement, especially the things that you pointed out and brought to my notice making me a little more aware and conscious. Thank you.
Geetanjali and Akshay , thank you once again :->
Pincushion, welcome aboard! I'm reading a sort of renunciation in the tone and yet I can feel the undertones of discontent and resentment.
Lovely poem!
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