!!Ecstasy and Pain
HELL SOMETIMES IS OF OUR OWN MAKING! How painful unseen wounds are when a relationship has breathed its last, but how wonderful it was at the beginning. Let go!
!!Ecstasy, sweet pain!!
Sweet ecstasy of pain,
I feel the longing in the well of my soul.
Forsaken speculations sifting..
Through blowing breezes of time.
Sometimes gentle; other times thrown against the wall
They stand accusing, our memories
Swirling round..
Like sand in the sirocco, unable to...
Or perhaps unwilling to escape!
Reflections tattoo themselves on the skin of your ego..
Never healing,
Always fresh..
Til the end of day
When the light of sun can no longer uncover...
What you hoped was lost in darkness.
Wounds close and heal in the rest of dreams..
A respite from desire.
The hours slowly wane throughout the night,
Til day fresh with promise
Strips away the armor of your sanity,
Bares once again your vitality to vanity.
Til sweet embrace of time..
Saves you!
PEACE
About the Creator
Victor Mendez
Born in 1958.There's a lot of road beneath these feet.Worn out pairs upon pairs of shoes.Been a ranch kid,a city kid,a Marine,a dad, a grandfather now,an avid reader and just recently began writing poetry in 2015 just to vent.
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