Unauthorized Requiem

 

Slowly she whispers my name,

the tone in her voice

is one from another life;

a life that manipulated time.

In the here and now

time plays this life

like a fiddle with a broken string.

Fear dictates that this voice

has come back with a purpose,

to taunt a mind

already haunted by the cries

of something waiting to exist.

Freedom has become the enemy

for I feel like a gypsy

captured by a Siren’s song,

Leaving me exhausted…

Too tired to dig my own grave

I lye on a bed of roses

to feel the comfort of the thorns

till I bleed beyond eternity.

 

Reviews

[Nautili]

This is really good. I find it interesting you find comfort in the sting of the thorns, for it reminds you of your siren and of her haunting love.
I particularly like this line:
" In the here and now
time plays this life
like a fiddle with a broken string."

[Dayran]

The only true expression of love I have read at this site this past year.

[An Ordinary Woman]

oh something in the air! Indeed!

[Audrey Owens]

Amazing. So many different ideals pulling at the speaker's weary mind. We have all felt this despondency if we have loved deeply, and this poem captures that. I especially love how you used the word "lye" towards the end instead of "lie", further promoting that feeling of lovely corrosion.

[V.J.C.]

I really liked this poem.

[EmpressPoetess]

Very intense, passionate, yearnings and fears. A burning desire is in this, a need of fierce depth. Astounding write!

[Muse]

It sounds like the Succubus got to this man too. lol
Seriously...this was a wet dream with some serious headache...the comfort of thorns...ouch...I need a band-aid.

Too tired to dig my own grave...yup...I know that feeling. I feel it every Friday after a long a*s week of work. lol

[Lily Mae]

I love this.. right up my dream alley:) xo

[TL Boehm]

exceptional.

[Becky C Strukamp]

A haunting tale releasing its emotions, its fears, its wants and needs! Excellent!