Dark poetry

Inspired by tears and a weird feeling and part of an Evanesence song...

"I linger in the doorway of a" dark hallway that leads to you.
Swallowed up in the vast plauge that is your pain.
Resting quietly in the shallow pool of your peace.
Swirling and twirling,
Back and forth.
remembering your smile.
How can we produce smiles on our faces when inside we are dying?
your death.
your pain.
it was my focus.
the object of my obsession
and you
the object of my affection.
tight, small, violent, real explosions of emotion and contact.
your pain. your hatred. your sorrow. your broken heart.
my pain. my hatred. my sorrow. my broken heart.
explosions of truth. marking the skin.
Striking a chord in my past.
In yours.
Your pain called to mine. And mine to yours.
“Come, let’s play together.
Be enough,
For now.”
But,
longing for more, our hearts tried to imagine a life where its possible.
And there were evenings.
Where laughter resounded deeply through your lungs.
Passion found it’s way into basements
And billard halls.
And rooms with views.
and blank pages of notebooks
and hallways of schools
and the space between me and my regulars
and my heart.
My emotions.
My eyes.
My art.
Jon noticed and it scared me.
Fear.
It’s overwhelming embrace
What if? What if not?
A car. A stereo. A boy sharing with a girl HIS music.
A moment.
8 steps and a stockpile of ducks
and karaoke and water ramblings and Guinness infused talks
and a night of head talk and heart babble and my friend who listened and taught for reasons that had nothing and everything to do with his formal education.
Oyster stained memories.
The Cary Police have their place in both of our stories.

HELLO.
Can you hear me?
I scream your name in my mind often wondering if the connection I feel is just because I touched your pain. Or, if it’s because you touched mine.
But sometimes, I get this feeling like you are out there.
Like you can hear me
or
you can feel that I am thinking about you.
Or that you are,
possibly thinking about me and asking the wind to whisper your name so that someway, somehow we can find peace.



I wish you only peace…for your soul. That’s why I write this all down. Believing it’s doing something for my soul, and in some prayer or turn of karma, blessing you as well.