Exphoria

A poem about a lost love; finding yourself but regretting not being able to do so sooner.

If my sins had a smell, would you sit near me?

I Wouldn't.

The tangy odour of deceit

A concoction of broken promises

The web of lies

A stench that embeds itself in ones skin

Needs more than a fix of TLC

Sorrow is my PLC

Yet it bothers you none

Through the shadow of my heart you see my smile

You feel my delicate underbelly

I am not a stain

I am more

Convinced of my plight

Stern in my self-pity

She only asks for your liaison

How did you let it slip?

Today I stare in the glass

The reflection ruminates

The odour now translucent in shape 

But now I'm lost

Only in the past I can go back 

Where she sits with me once again.

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

It is very difficult to "move on" quickly after a lost relationship.... so I can relate to being lost...and not knowing how to...or what to....many times when this happens we are lost for too long, stagnant...time almost stops...we pity ourselves for not acting sooner...i like the way you crafted this piece...showing the depths of your hurt.....
Warmly, B

[Pinnochio]

Thank you kindly. Hope you have a great day!

[Betty Hermelee]

You are very welcome!
Warmly, B