it came
without warning
an insidious disease
perniciously worming
its way into
under the skin
burying itself there
only to then
instantaneously
erupt disrupt corrupt
all that was
of us
leaving in its
burrowed path
only the void
without
you
this
sudden
emptiness
perniciously worming
its way into
under the skin
burying itself there
only to then
instantaneously
erupt disrupt corrupt
all that was
of us
leaving in its
burrowed path
only the void
without
you
this
sudden
emptiness
15 comments:
Oh my!
Is that deadly image in pic and such fine words the end of love?
Great poem!!!!
oh, hey there, dulce! well, the end of a physical relationship but not the end of love -
thanks so much!
When love ends, this is what you get, emptyness, all right.
great pic and lovely words...different than your usual fair...
much love
Loss as a physical putrefaction... What an amazingly original way to describe it! It's like a rotting wound. Yes, that's how you describe it, Jenean. And that's so precisely how it is! I love your words, and the thought behind them more.
Nevine
ouch!
I know the feeling well, it seeps into you taking over every cell as you attempt to reclaim the spark within. It is strong though, even when I think I am getting on top it, there it is again, sneaking around my soul wishing to capture me once more..........
...soo much loss... i could say!!!
you know, lake, in some cases, it isn't that the love ends, but that the relationship ends, for whatever reason - and thus, the loss might be even more profound as that "possibility" is still floating around but cannot be acted upon - there is, virtually, no "end" - just LOSS - and so, perhaps, felt more intensely - do you think?
thank you so much for so faithfully tagging along over here - your visits mean a lot, lady!
hi stacey! wonderful to see you again! yes, a bit different, isn't it! not new in terms of my own thoughts and feelings, but newly expressed here i guess - thanks SO much for coming by, dear friend!
and dear nevine - yes, you always know exactly what i mean - the rotting open wound that never heals - how can it heal - he is still there wanting her - she is there craving him - but it cannot be - like salt in an open wound -
kay - yes, ouch! neat response!!!
thanks so much for following along here - and for your comments!
yes, gemel - always there - RIGHT there! ah, and reclaiming that spark! another test!
windowlad - true, a lot of loss! a lot!
thanks so much for coming by - and for your words - have a great day!
When love ends, this is what you get, emptyness, all right.
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