Descent From the Cross

Written with inspiration from Caravaggio about realized regret when a person becomes unavailable to you.

In the arms of all who can't save me,
I lay broken and impermeable.
Unfeelingly gripped by clutching fingers
Dragged from the scene of the crime
A moment or seven too late.

 

The tears straining from your rusted eyes
fall to my tepid coil
wrapping around cemented limbs
Limbs that once sought to hold you
through your banal nights
And repentant mornings

 

The comfort of my gaze
cannot heat you through my filmy eyes
No matter how deep the chill assailing you
This broken shell could not hold warmth
for all the holes your blades sought to leave.

 

Your mourners and wailing go unheard
by the ears that caught your whispered sins
With love and a fleeting memory

 

My senses have been unchained.
My book has been closed.
But my story is unending

 

In the arms of all who can't save me
I lay transcendent and impermeable.

Reviews

[No use.]

"The comfort of my gaze
cannot heat you through my filmy eyes
No matter how deep the chill assailing you
This broken shell could not hold warmth
for all the holes your blades sought to leave."

favorite stanza, the ending is a little weak; i feel the beginning to middle was amazing.

[Jvl narasimharao]

THERE IS REALLY GREAT PAIN IN THE POEM.I HAVE RE-READ IT

[Me]

A heart-felt poem, lovely and moving.

[An owl on the moon]

What a profoundly voiced work of art, line by line expressing the richest emotion and powerful canvas of words eternal. So well done.

[Jvl narasimharao]

tHERE IS GREAT PAIN AND PATHOS IN THIS POEM
yoursJVL