White out

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  • Lost Love

    White out
    I stand beside him.
    He forgets I am there.
    I need to be pried from the wreckage of my past.

    I scream at him.
    He hears nothing.
    And I wonder why he won't go.

    I fill my void with vessels of the incomplete.
    I lay beside him but am all alone,
    Competing with whatever is on his mind.
    I lay there broken and twisted
    Begging him to straighten my path.
    I paint myself to camouflage my insecurities
    And, subsequently, white myself out.

    I linger in shame, aching for an invitation.

    I hear the door close behind him.
    He never knew I was there.

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    Sahu commented on White out

    03-10-2009

    I can tell there was a lot of emotion put into this poem. I understand your feelings. You express yourself wonderfully. Keep up the good work.
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    Poetry is not an expression of the party line. It's that time of night, lying in bed, thinking what you really think, making the private world public, that's what the poet does.

    Allen Ginsberg (1926-1997) U.S. poet.

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