Patience

She lies here,
The shadows are starting to dance...
The music softly plays her second chance...
Staring at the candle light,
The flame flickering in the night.
The walls are glistening, warm paint,
Pictures reflect, the flame growing faint.

Wax drips down the side,
To the bottom it starts to glide.
Murmurs outside, from the wind blowing slightly.
The clock ticking lightly.
The hum of the radio as it plays air through speakers.
The sound of clattering from unknown creatures.

A love song comes on,
Causing her to sing along....
Tears well up in tired eyes,
Washing away yet another disguise.
Blankets curl around feet.
Lights blink on and off down the street.

The candle stands half tall,
It's wick curls into a charcoal ball.
Eyes stick,
From liner so dark and thick.
Curtains hang over window pain,
Storm clouds love the sky,
But no rain.

Cigarette mellows down, burning red.
Smoke hangs in the air,
Another sad song plays, lying on her bed...
Cold hands write on paper as minutes slowly pass.
Longing to lay on cool damp grass.

The candle burns out as the dark returns again.
And the stars attend.

Moonlight streams through,
She's waiting for you.

Reviews

[OceanTropic]

I loved it. I can relate so much to it. You long for them but they never come. The candle seems like a distraction. While it is burning there is a chance he might show, a chance that maybe together you could kiss is the faint light, but as the candle begins to die so does your hope of him ever coming. I don't know if it was intentional but I find this piece so symbolic and so meaningful, especially to me.
I also loved the imagery you used. I especially loved that you described such simplistic but important things like thick, black eyeliner. I could imagine her eyes all dirty and wet and smudged.
"The hum of the radio as it plays air through speakers." My favorite line, I could almost hear the emptiness.
Then the whole love song comes on and her eyes tear up, I must admit, its quite common these lines but I feel they are necessary to show her loneliness, her longing to be touched by him.

At first I thought this wasn't about love at all, I thought it was about insanity. "The outside clatter of unknown creatures." But as the poem progressed I saw that these were not signs of insanity but such a depth of severe lonliness that these circumstances themselves seem to be insanely scary. I really enjoyed this.

[Dark Daughters]

What a lovely poem, so sorry that I didn't get a chance to review it sooner. I simply adore the visuals as well.

[Drew]

"Tears well up in tired eyes, Washing away yet another disguise."

Very nice...we all live two lives. The one we show only to our inner self and the one we show to others. Who really knows who we are or what we feel until those emotions are forged in pen. I look forward to reading more.

[Your Tasty Field Adviso..]

wow. such longing for the one in love. i really love your poetry. im a huge fan now. lol :D

[Gavin Keary]

Truly a good poem. I could see it becoming a classic. Very good work, hun.

[Jay W Valentine]

"Tears well up in tired eyes, Washing away yet another disguise."

That was my favorite part. I get it. Everything is so fine when you're putting on that charade for everyone but when the tears come down it brings about the truth. Said so simply, it hides nothing.

"The candle burns out as the dark returns again. And the stars attend."

My other fav. It reminds me of the Amy Winehouse song "Wake Up Alone." The dark is there, the stars are there, but that's it. Lonliness is brutal that way. I loved this piece.

Wow I want to know more about this one.
I really liked this too.