Left without my paramour…
Torn violently away from me.
Battle scarred and broken,
I bleat out my soliloquy.
Left with phantom pains…
Loss constricts my breath.
Shame lays leaden in my gut.
I harken for whispers of death.
Left without a reason…
Haphazardly abandoned.
A husk of my former self.
My heart lays scattered and stranded.
My name is Jesse, I am a writer. I post both poetry and mental health pieces about my own struggles and journey on my blog here:
a most well-crafted piece of poetry that conjures concrete visual images in my mind.
Mouth agape…awed by your skill
Thank you so much, just realized this got posted.
my correct link is https://oneregulardad.home.blog, if you want to check out my other stuff.
You have such a way with words, well-written piece! I am trying to remember, are you writing a book?
I really appreciate you saying that.
I am going to eventually. I am working on a couple projects, but still in the early stages.
I loved this piece, Jesse. I tried to follow your blog to see your other pieces, but the link seems to be broken, hopefully, you can point me in the right direction!
Thank you so much, I messed up on the link I sent in, it’s actually, https://oneregulardad.home.blog, her but again I appreciate it.
This is so well written… it hurt to read! Wow.
So glad you felt the emotions I was trying to convey.
Great rhyme Jesse, loved this line ‘I bleat out my soliloquy’. Brilliant 👍🏻
I am so glad you enjoyed it. Appreciate the kind words.
Your welcome.