
Photo by Ray Laskowitz of STORYTELLER who was kind enough to let me reblog.
somewhere along the way I took a wrong turn
but then again
any turn I took would’ve been wrong
thoughts of you prove corrosive
eating away, eroding cerebral tissue
acid leaks from my eyes
burning, blurring vision
but then again
the rain doesn’t help either
so much love given
so much
taken
that my heart has grown anemic
it doesn’t have to be the end of the world
but then again
…
is it?
~Melanie Blackwell
Very melancholy. Beautifully composed.
Thank you Tony 🙂
I love this!
I’m so glad 🙂
Bittersweet. Beautifully bittersweet.
Yes, as love often is.
Your poems are always to the point and that makes them powerful. You say what you mean and don’t hide from your truth. Strength and power live in your words.
Thank you, you are too kind.
Powerful. Is there anger deep inside?
Yes, anger as well as love. This was actually written while thinking about a friend who was suicidal. That makes me angry.
There was a time, when I was 18, when I thought suicide would be a grand gesture. For what, I never knew. Luckily, I shook myself out of it
I’m glad you did 🙂
Sometimes your timing is unbelievable, after the horror Sunday I needed to find myself in your world, despite (or maybe because of?) the burning, blurring vision (great line, by the way). And this unbearably persistent thought we are disposable beings nested at the bottom of someone else’s ashtray…
You are always welcome in my world because of or despite 🙂
“this unbearably persistent thought we are disposable beings nested at the bottom of someone else’s ashtray…” That is a poem in the making sir!
I had similar thoughts after posting this comment (I could use it, I could use it!), but these words were meant to be here, of that I’m sure.
more lumps in throat…can’t speak. x
Sorry bout that…I do tend to put people through an emotional wringer.