Laura Breidenthal Poet Free verse

Ends

Your frustrated need for him drives my wits into the dust,
Your hope for something more kills me to the brink of life
I know you, 
Your end is always rounded,
Into a cycle of ends,
Where you never win

I cannot blame you for your destruction,
Only watch as a bystander—
The deep sea of knowing swelling in my heart
I want to tell you he is worth your sweat
But I shall never smooth your edge
Into the rancorous cycle you dance in

I know you—
I know you will fall,
But you also must know that I cannot save you
So I dare not make the call
Your heart would never grasp the reality
That his mind is fenced from yours
He will never quite see the beauty of your adversity

It will be too late when the fog lifts
I will see you lying face down in despair
My guilt will rise like secret tides
Your eyes will open wide 
The ends will meet tonight
Icicles bind
You will go so blind

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Kp Nunez February 6, 2016 at 2:50 AM Piercing, powerful write. Each line full of ached realization, yet reads as if written with such ease. Missed you, Laura. Kim

Poet Destroyer A January 20, 2016 at 12:07 PM when it's an obvious no but you can't stop yourself, you're asking for the trouble perhaps learning from it will make it worth the consequences -*Luv Linda*

Duke Beaufort January 17, 2016 at 2:39 PM Ends are strange events. I have trouble with ends so I am paying very close attention here. What if you are talking about you? This could make sense that way. We all have end trouble. Rounds don't fit perfectly in squares. So, I am trying to give myself a break and let the good feelings flow to the exclusion of all else. At least for a few minutes every day. Haven't been doing this all year. Now just started again, and it makes a difference. I am so lucky that I can live transcendentally.

Tim Ryerson January 14, 2016 at 12:17 PM UN-believable piece of work..."Your end is always rounded, Into a cycle of ends, Where you never win"...Nothing more to say but: WOW...

Justin Bordner January 14, 2016 at 1:46 AM I believe love will win, it must, for love lives to win and to keep these hearts aflame...the protective perspective you give is so honest, yet may be incomplete in view of love's strength and stamina, a more beautiful and just outcome may be on the horizon. Your voice almost seems to be the conscience speaking to the heart, reasoning for survival, and I'm enthralled by that...I know that I've had this nature of conflict in love, this is how I interpret this amazing poem Laura...J.A.B.

Nette Onclaud January 13, 2016 at 2:04 PM searing work set in deep range of thoughts, laura... well quilled!..huggs Laura Breidenthal January 13, 2016 at 2:18 PM Thanks for the sweet message, Nette. The more knowledge we receive regarding love allows us more edge. The more we smooth out those edges the harder it gets to get out of the vicious cycle. Glad to have you visit! ~Laura

White Sage January 13, 2016 at 8:03 AM well written Laura, love BLINDS the ears of its victim...excellent write Laura Breidenthal January 13, 2016 at 2:14 PM Thanks, White Sage. It's hard knowing and accepting the blindness...this kind of obsessive love is a cycle of emotions from hot to cold, cold to warm to hot again, but what happens when ends do meet? Does the cycle end, or does it just begin? ~Laura

Lin Lane January 13, 2016 at 6:58 AM Those in love truly are blind to all warnings. I really like the way you wrote this one, Laura. Well done. Lin Lane January 13, 2016 at 1:51 PM Thank you very much, Laura. Laura Breidenthal January 13, 2016 at 1:28 PM Thanks Lin, for the sweet visit and wisdom. I'll definitely stop by your page today. You and Silent One made an excellent collaboration the other day - so so beautiful! ~Laura