inspires me,
transfixes me,
cripples me,
liberates me.
I have traveled this whole life with him.
He doesn’t let me go,
or let me be.
He loves me to distraction.
I know its a fatal attraction.
At tiny moments,
I think,
what if I run away.
Can I?
But he’s my shadow,
the only safety shade I know.
I may be a step ahead,
but he is always behind me.
Sometimes I wish
he had another lover,
and I could go under cover,
only to discover,
his morbid power,
over my emotional tower.
Your non-adherance to a set rhyme pattern seems off-putting at first, but then after another read through gains charm — like there are different movements to this poem, each with its own flavour and feeling. I enjoyed the last “movement” the best. Loneliness is a frequent lover of mine as well (but please don’t be jealous — you can have him, darling).
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Your comment brought many a spontaneous laugh! I truly appreciate that you also enjoyed the piece I wrote. Thanks for your words. Have a nice day.
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I think there is a difference between being alone and being lonely.
One can be embraced, the other creates the need to embrace others.
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Very beautifully said!
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