I grapple upon the slippery slope. My frenzied eyes pleading for a rope. My soul has died and thus my hope. I'm slowly sliding from the icy slope.
The icy glare is also in her eyes. Not a thread of mercy to idolize. The gold haired beauty runs away. I know her well this last painful day.
Now perpetually falling, gently turning. My fate certain as is my yearning. Why did I love her and speak it? Now I think as my heart she breaks it.
Through the cold air I gently glide, While I await my imminent collide. What to have differed now with thought? The epiphany is if I could I would not!
I know my fate is to be without you, Have my tormented heart break in two. My cruel empty soul's inability to cope, Yearns for... the plateau above the slope.
Comments (9)
Made me "feel"
This is a great poem, but sad, for I can feel your pain. I hope things get better in the New Year! Bless You.
of even ground in a relationship.
comment RuggedOne.
rob
while ago. C'est la vie!
it is just time and determination
that works.