"...And upon stumbling into her,
I stood there speechless, fighting for words,
'Who could she be?' I wondered".
~P.Frank
Seconds, seconds became more and more meaningless
As I stumbled into the painful abruptness—
That came with having my heart stepped upon,
Cut in excruciatingly tiny bits, put in a blender and
Passed around, like a marathonic baton!
•••
I was going to give up on love,
I was going to loose it, make it into a war dove—
And cast it away to Hades and watch it go like
A hungry man watching the consumption of a popov!
Nothingness, nothingness is what awaited me thereafter.
•••
Making up my mind, I rounded the corner,
The corner marking the end of my time as a student—
As though I was a foreigner,
I'd fallen from grace when it was there, I became a comforted mourner,
Much less, one with no shoulder to lean on nor a warner.
•••
Yet, without warning in a split second there she was,
Casting a binding purple into my myriad of black.
•••
Lo, she was the beginning of the end,
The beginning of the end of the bends,
The beginning of the end of the fiends,
The beginning of the end of the pain,
The beginning of the end of the mid-night migraine.
•••
There was no need to feign,
I saw no need for pretence—
Thus, I let her soothingly walk In and I put down my harsh defence!
•••
This was the genesis of the revelation of a unique love—
That seemed as though arranged from above—
And, I took the warmth, I accepted it as though she was my warmth in the cold and my only glove.
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A 100 For My Better Half
Poetry"Summer and warmth spilled from her eyes, Breaking my shell like metal on ice, I tried to ignore, yet I couldn't excise- The love in me that she enticed". Praise Frank This is an anthology to and for one who unconsciously opened a gate which was shu...
