Disposition

Poem By Brittany Daniel

I want to hold on tightly.
urge myself to let go.
Feelings I've been fighting
constantly wanting to show.
His life filled with uncertainty,
impossible to tame.
Unconcrete, the evidence
of actions made with shame.
Eyes of forest consoling me
that he will soon be back.
Sadness dwells beneath the surface within
that special love he lacks.
My mind blanks out constantly
while our memories replay.
Heart screaming out in ardency,
'I'm begging you, please stay.'
Soul overlooking morals and beliefs,
willing to pay a heavy price.
'I will do anything,
to be perfectly concise.'
It's shocking to imagine
that while attempting numbness, pain remains.
while writing on simple notebook paper,
plainly tear-stained.
I mourn my platonic lover,
I could pray we never end.
Surely while he leaves,
my eternal gloomy disposition begins.

Comments about Disposition

This is a painful piece to read for those who have experienced this as I have. The description is accurate. The pain is real. The presentation needed something more in the way of rhythm. Beyond that, its a good piece of work. GW62


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