I crave to feel the touch of your happiness, to bask in rays of warmth that you could bless.
To tap the wellspring of your joyous smiles, and drink the nectar of your laughs for miles.
Yet what my yearning heart receives instead are anger's embers glowing burning red. No tender caresses, only scathing fury's burn your rage-fueled fire is all I'm turned to turn. Where I sought brilliant sunbeams filtering through,
hot thunderheads gather and darken every view. Euphoria's radiance I hoped to know
is eclipsed by stormclouds pregnant with furious show. With each searing outburst, another scar's inscribed the shriveled aftermath of bliss's chance proscribed. Longing for the nourishing rains of your delight, instead, I'm withered by tumultuous heat's harsh blight. In the ashes of tempers charred and acrid spent, I remember the oasis for which my craving's bent the verdant fields of your unguarded mirth, soothing shores where jubilant waters gave birth. But each time I seek to ford that sunlit sea, smoke signals on the horizon warn of dangers to flee. Your burning anger's fire threatens to scorch my soul I retreat parched, tormented, from its scalding shoals. Still, I can't shake this thirst for your happiness's touch, though I've learned to fear rage's scars, I yearn for light's caress as such.
Perhaps one day the clouds will part and allow your brilliance through, until then, I'll cradle hope's ember and weather the spite that singes anew.
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Penny for a Poem
PoetryI just write what I see in others or feel, leave your thoughts. If you have any feelings you'd like me to write out lemme know
