Waiting...

Distained by the loss of presence yet hopeful still
Of that one moment of redemption that makes every second worth it
Parting ways yet lost in those eyes that breath
If this is a dream I do not want to wake and feel the cold

Every grasp now a nightmare haunts me and the pain is at least real
In sleep I wait and dream of her lips soft still yet mine and barely brushing mine
Soon awoken by its cold sweat and I pray to go back to sleep again to feel her
Devoured by questions left showered upon my shaking body

Waiting...

To see your face again I close my eyes. I hear the whisper in your voice
To feel love divine would be the only way I would give in and wake again
Deliver me from this dark and lonely hell. I want to feel you in my sleep if not

awake

You are inside my dreams and my eyes keep me from wanting to see light

Begging grace from the turmoil that I have treaded
Walk a little closer to the new beginning.
Foreseen in the blue and once again felt
By the touch of your lips dragging on mine

Again waiting...

Shadowed by the unspoken misery I want to pretend nothing
Weary of the soon fallen angel that I want to fall to my knees
My fingers bleed as they try to scratch their way up the stonewalls
I would give anything to feel her hair brush on my cheek when time stops for nothing.

Waiting…

Yet she watches and lingers at nothing, cold with that blue stare
Reminding me of those superficial seconds; my blood quickens through my veins in spite.
I hear the thump as cannons and I try to quiet my thoughts.
I beg for redemption on my scarred knees as I pray for silence still....

Nothing!

Why must my eyes betray me when I want my soul to give?
All I ask is for a second without her passing scent to remind me of what is unforgivable
again we are both

Waiting...

Scared from this discourse I am soon frail numbed by the passing scent
having been given its true descent into the depths of unforgiven turmoil
seeking purity within the hold that binds me...
one that is forever killing me
forever seeking this distant veracity

Thoughts devour the obscurity slowly slaying me
as I lay awake under shattering emotion
as nights rain pours upon this broken soul and the many
taken with years of experience
The slight hint of a chill is even too familiar

Again Waiting...


Why can't I wash this feeling away as my tears fall in the night rain
I am not even sure I remember exactly what she looks like anymore.

My eyes are red and swolen for nothing less but disguised
I find myself hating myself for losing that image yet torn that I cannot destroy it
I bury myself in the misery of others to feel that superficial warmth between the legs of another
Have I completely lost myself?

nolonger waiting for you

Hi Chris.
I really enjoyed reading this sad and philosophical poem - I particularly like the ending and the religous references. It's very touching.
Good luck with your work.
Magi
xxx

Hi

I really enjoyed this poem
It paints vivid images for me.
it makes me feel it.

Thank you!