Fear Of Dying Again

Fear of Dying Again

I am afraid,

scared to move

and equally scared to stand

rooted to the spot

upon which promises may be built

on sand.

That purgatory is where you hold me,

trapped in the grasp of sweet hope

that the expectations you inserted

in my dreams while I slumbered,

would be like honey to this bee;

but as yet remain unfulfilled

and with no forward plan.

I am no longer my own master,

I am ruled by desire,

I am consumed by you

and your sweet and ethereal nature.

Yet here am I still in suspended animation,

awaiting your move

out of the virtual reality world of poets

into the true earth,

where we need to exist

to bring our love to life…..

…..So please tell me,

when will that be?

 

12/08/14

Author's Note

Reviews

[Sophy Freebirds]

We are the unacknowledged legislatures of nature according to Shelley.We try to build our own world.. loved the ending. Such a desperation - to create the world of out words. I loved it.Each poet is gonna love it.Kudos to you ;)

~Sophy

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you so much Sophy
Tiss true we command nature but nature also commands us. When it comes to love it is even more complicated. If you get a chance read http://www.writerscafe.org/writing/Passion8/1397584/

[Anne Timmins]

I enjoyed this poem very much. It painted a wonderful and clear picture

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you Anne, kind of you to say so.

[Alfred Kukitz]

I love this piece because it has heart, an urgency and a heart so ready to burst into love.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you Alfred

[Lyn Anderson]

Yes when? Now who is the snail? Pot calling the kettle black and all that.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Don't know what you mean I am no slouch when it comes to commitment lol! Thanks 'M'

[Lyn Anderson]

Not commitment, moving slow.

[Frieda P]

I guess we're all stuck in our own living version of hell in our poetry to some degree. You write angst of love so well, you've had much practice it seems. As always you leave blood stained tears behind....

[John Alexander McFadyen]

My Lady you know your words comfort this soul. In reality you get tougher and although it hurts every time the recovery is swifter and you learn to move on.

[Frieda P]

I'm not sure 'tougher' is the right word, you get used to having your heart altered, it's a kind of denial, that the next time will be better and erase all the scars presently marring that part of our psyche....

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Maybe, maybe but not hanging around frightened by my own shaddows of the past.

[Frieda P]

Obviously...

[John Alexander McFadyen]

..........nuts!

[Frieda P]

I thought you knew better, you should apply your work to your personal life ;) Just saying...

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Hopelessly romantic...............................believe in love........................need a psychiatrist!

[Frieda P]

A psychiatrist can't help you dear......!

[John Alexander McFadyen]

A vet perhaps?

[Frieda P]

I already told you, a lobotomy!

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Oh like that is going to have an effect on moi!

[Frieda P]

Okay, now that's funny..............................