Never Look Back

another perspective

Razor sharp and fast as lightening,

he moves amongt the masses

like a shark who won't stop feeding.

Shifting from woman to woman---

feasting... till he tires of the dish.

Then, forward he goes.

Never looking back, not a glance.

Concern isn't a concept he knows;

he's deaf to the sound...

of a breaking heart

and his fingers are numb

to the jagged pieces of it.

He appears to be a master of his craft.

The spark in his eyes,

the flash of his silver-coated smile,

the definition of his body

make it all too easy.

But, before i could scorn him,

the tiniest detail stands out...

just behind that spark in his eyes

lies a void... blackness.

A place where nothing seems to call home.

Is this what drives him?

Does emptiness motivate---

curiosity kills reluctancy

and i blockade his way,

abruptly breaking his stride.

Before a word can break my lips,

the scabs of repression peel back---

and I'm in his darkness... that void;

is the space I live in.

I'm the fuel behind his recklessness.

Past pains endured sit atop my back,

the ugliness of the world

is what pushed me here...

to this pit.

He was engineered to protect me,

from them and their selfishness,

their cruel selfishness.

Never look back... never care again

is what i told myself.

I retreat back to darkness.

He knows what to do,

but I remind him anyway.

Move forward

and never look back.

Author's Note

I've survived many things, this is another perspective of who I am as a result. Though this is a very personal piece to me, your honest feedback is welcome. As always, thank you for reading.

Reviews

[shallimarRose]

"he's deaf to the sound...
of a breaking heart" phew... Did you know my ex by any chance?? lol

All kidding aside ... I do not know you nor do I know your character or resolve.
I don't know if I am way off base but I think here again you are looking towards yourself.. Perhaps trying to make a lifestyle change for the better.. Trying to move forward while seeking forgiveness for past transgressions yet mostly needing that forgiveness from you yourself .. I always find myself lost in your words and trying to wade my way through their depth. never disappointed when I read here.. Rose

[Travis Gibson (poetic heroics)]

Thank you very much, you're words humble me completely. This piece is a view of the reckless man I can be in regards to relationships and women, and why I'm comfortable with embracing that darkness at times. The conclusion of it symbolizes the comfort i find in it, even though I'm conflicted with it as well. I've survived very dark things at the hands of women, still have yet to find the strength to write about them, so I guess these are the baby steps I must take first.

[Sami Khalil]

"Does emptiness motivate---

curiosity kills reluctancy

and i blockade his way,

abruptly breaking his stride.

Before a word can break my lips,

the scabs of repression peel back---

and I'm in his darkness... that void;

is the space I live in."
A type of confessional poem taking stock of the pitfalls of past mitakes , the wasted moments , the reckless paths and now wants to move forward to a bigger and brighter future...Splendid...:)

[Travis Gibson (poetic heroics)]

It was a confessional indeed... thank you for reviewing yet another piece of mine. Its much appreciated, dear friend.

[Sami Khalil]

My pleasure , sir...:)

[Sami Khalil]

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