dust

I’ve been holding my breathe in my own room
To try not the breathe the dust
I’ve been a good soul with lots of ache
Then my empathy died in your heart

smallest disaster ruined my attic
and said god promised me the light
my ancestors broke my stone
because I loved what they taught me to run

who’s gonna acquit my love to you
if I cannot find you in the middle of the night
when I cry on your pillow and killing my pride
to prove you our love is worth to fight

Reviews

[jacob erin-cilberto]

"Then my empathy died in your heart"
love that line...
the empty other side of the bed...such sadness...
and when our heart breaks we lose the will to go on...every happy feeling we had is covered in dust due to inactivity.
quite a poem here.
j.

[redzone]

I felt the ache in my chest as I read your poem Beren.I felt the pain of emptiness as I read, "who's going to acquit my love to you...." Sometimes, no amount of tears will prove your love for someone if they do not want to see it. And "killing your pride" should never be the price you pay for someone to love you. Isn't it always realizing who we are, what we are worth, our value as a human being that allows us to love and be loved in return?

-Curt