If anything could make me want to hurl myself
Entirely into the cavernous void of
Fully trusting myself with another
It would of course be the words
Of course it would have to be
The words You have them
But there could never be
Desperation in my love for you
I am not its shepherd and
I am not its slave
If ever it calls and I follow
It wont be half measured
Tip toeing over the edge
It won't be jumping and
Hoping and pleading
If ever I am guided in
This life by the love
I've found in me for you
It will be confident strides
And tempered pride
The day I make that jump
Confident as a creature
That's flown all its life
Will be because the void
Finally roared back
And it was you
Feb 07, 2023
The Void
About This Poem
Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing Stage: Not actively editing
Comments
dear IO,
your poems never disappoint your readers, of which I am one! what you know, they don't teach in school...they cannot put heart and soul in the student. they can build on what is already there, if it is there already. you have it in spades! this poem proves that!
when did you find your first voice? what was the poem that brought you a love of poetry? your poem rivals the great works. I love free verse!
*hugs, Cat
He’s a famous writer slumming
I’m convinced!
You’re correct, he’s a master poet. MASTERY.
Tim
You know...
I can't help but feel, I've seen that face before? ~ Geez.
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I am pleased...
to have the like of you here. Rarely does the work of one person cause so many to comment in such glowing terms.
Of course, you have just met Tim and Candlewitch; so, you won't be surprised to find a lot of really good poets and poetry here. ~ Geezer.
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Humbled
and in good company, of course. Thank you for reading.