I’ve figured a few things out how you were so whimsical so dandelion breeze the one blown randomly to land contented on a porch in a park, behind a bar drinking moonshine from a jar you thought you’d never fall so hard for someone that you’d let them in that you’d begin genuinely sharing that part of you kept quiet, veiled that inner place private closeted, curtailed and when you were let down cut loose to cruise by exclusion the wrecking ball came heavy and blunt and it hurt oh, how it hurt I know about burying history how you close your eyes tight wishing it’d wither wishing it’d wear down burn out shooting star style how every road holds some memory a kind word, a compliment, a comical kiss that makes you want to self destruct to go to the edge and jump to drench your bridges in gasoline throw the flaming towel in and get drunk I know that wasted stage the weight rises in so many ways it becomes unbearable, and crippling a physical malaise did it force you fetal? were your muscles strained? is that why you went wild looking for late nights and games? it must be maddening when the morning comes another day learning heartbreak’s literal more aches, more pain more people pulling you to pieces insisting on time and space it gets to be bewildering and then the constructs collapse you hide in costume, behind masks but I know that repressive phase you think you had this one shot that you gave more than you got and when time still didn’t stop like the legends say you realized this is how the heart dies time builds in the bloodstream clogging veins until beats stagger and pressure drops and then right when you thought the fall bottomless you find it’s not the dawn comes as a catalyst and conclusions need revision parting is not cancer but a time of transition I know the wasted stage the trial by fire, introversion and brooding doubt learn your lesson now bring the phoenix feathers out
Very powerful poem, each stanza is filled with emotional intensity and vivid imagery.... the enthusiastic closure, being a potential fiery rebirth, was perfect.
