My heart can't house things abandoned
As my heart will loudly sadly crack
And what escapes would be all maddened
With my screams piercing, tortured on a rack
It will leave my body stranded, tired
Filled of morosities and blue colors
Stuffed with shaking bones all battered
Where not even a grey sky make it offers
A fear of bitter abandonment,
A nightmare that once became alive
Where traumatism became all significant
And where I was drowning before I could dive
My heart can't house things abandoned
They flirted with my mind and I got burned
Everything around me got so saddened
And sadly coming to me I knew I learned
I can't be a sky abandoned to itself —
Stuck between dark space and land it can't touch;
Could it be aware of its vast lonely blue lands?
Or else, might it be asleep that too much
But I love to see them all these places
Abandoned, with an atmosphere of peace
Perhaps because they are places without faces
And that nobody else is given their keys.
I am an independent creative author (self-taught autodidact), who lives on the island of Mauritius. I've self-published a metaphysical science-fiction novel (Darcocyte); and I am currently writing a poetry book. I am a very passionate person, who loves reading beautiful sentences; I am also a great cinephile, music lover, and a lover of everything aesthetic and artistic. For my personal creative leisure, I love to craft, blog & write poetry, and this, all the while taking care of my children.
A very powerful piece of writing. The fear of abandonment sits with most of us, I think, but this is a very visceral way of looking at it, thank you for sharing.
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A very powerful piece of writing. The fear of abandonment sits with most of us, I think, but this is a very visceral way of looking at it, thank you for sharing.
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Thank you very much for your encouragement.
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