Tasting the Air

Tasting the air with my tongue.
I stood right here when I lost someone.
So long ago, but it smells just the same.

Wading through depths while I sung.
Hoping you’d hear I felt afraid and alone.
So wrong I was, supposing you called me by name.

Hanging on lines I was wrung.
Into a tangle of what I’d been through before.
So strong I thought, but was convicted and labeled a shame.

Hating the tears, how they stung.
Dying my dress and once again here I stand on my own.
So long ago, but it hurts me the same.

Reviews

[hannah]

An intriguing poem. The title caught my attention and curiosity got the best of me. I felt that this was a very emotional poem, with a mysterious imagery surrounding it. It felt dark and painful at the same time. It was liberating just as well and showed that you don't hide from what you feel. Well done.

[Daydreamer54]

Very ramatic and poetic write! I enjoyed reading it! :)