Drunken sorrow

creative writing 1 Minute 
 I’m all but gone, theoretically  
 It sunk in, ever so slowly  
 I thought I had a chance
 With you, at something more
 Something brand new
 We both said we’re looking for
 After all this time, of waiting
 But you weren’t really listening
 To anything I said I needed      
 But truth be told I was wrong  
 You were hedging your bets  
 So it seems I can’t compete  
 With something, I’m not
 I wasn't at all desperate 
 Just simply me, trusting my faith
 I told you the truth, exposed myself
 Let you inside my silence
 And now, there no music playing   
 So let the chips fall- where they may
 I’ve foolishly discovered
 I wasn’t in the game, after all  
 Ignoring me, turn silent  
 Surprise, surprise, the surprise is on me
 There no room in your life, in reality  
 When there no room in your mind
 For something, so different, so strange
 Like the failings you’ve lived  
 Trying to make normal but couldn’t  
 Even failed hero’s cry  
 Lose my number, lose my face
 Lose my name, give me the blame
 And leave me, where I’ve always been
 Far from the chance of romance  
 In your arms, your heart, your whispers  
 I’m just a gift- that's unneeded
 Until you’re lonely or feeling jaded  
 Had there been a chance, we’d be having  
 A different conversation… face to face  
   
 
Poet of the Light © 2020

Published by Poet of the Light

I’m a deep visualizing poet creating particular facets, not only line by line, but even the shades and innuendo's between them; to the point that, I can get so comfortably caught up in my imaginations first imperfect draft that I sometimes just move in to stay there… rhetorical, spelling, grammar, mechanics be damn, nothing in life is that perfect. I don’t need tailor made, I need someone/something to fit well enough that it becomes fashionable for me to wear well. I don’t need to pretend to know everything and I resist pontificating those things I’m well versed in. I'm just a simple romantic at heart waiting on a perfect storm to completely sweep over me like a gentle fresh dawn. In the meantime, I write meaningful (to me) poetry from my heart and share it here. I tend to approach everyone a friend, until they demonstrate something different. I enjoy having creative exchanges with other like minds artist, writers. Thank you for reading, commenting and your visit. I appreciate all the feedback (good or bad) you care to offer. Feel free to reach out by email for private exchanges if you wish.

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15 thoughts on “Drunken sorrow”

  1. “I’m just a gift- that’s unneeded”…. Yeah right, wait till Ben reads this. LOL.
    But just love the flow of words…and how beautifully sombre the atmosphere becomes…
    Stay blessed 💐❤️

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