Eve Roper Poet Free verse

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I Keep Coming Back

You kill me  
And I come back.

You kill me again
And I come back again

I don't know Why.

Am I the problem?
Am I the cause?
Am I the affliction,
the recurring pain?

You kill me  
And I come back.

You kill me again
And I come back again

The earth rumbles,
Crumbles,
Sending water surging,
Car Sirens blaring,
Dogs barking
Cursing the chill streets' air.

You stare
A still moment;
You're Home.

Thrill, tears of joy fill,
Runs down both 
you and I cheeks.  

Ill, how do I respond?

I don't understand
What is happening.
The guide is the sun,
What was behind
It wasn't meant for me.

Left behind, alone.
Alone out in the darkness
As the tempest speaks,
Drenching 
Down to the muddy ground
Pooling
With nowhere else to go.

I shudder as I walk away,
Drowning
In deathless sadness.

In torture
By your glaring eyes;
I lie down weaken.
Again, I die.

You kill me  
And I come back.

You kill me again
And I come back again


11/2/2020

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Barbara Barry-Nishanian November 21, 2020 at 1:32 AM The past and what we leave behind, or what or who leaves us is usually never meant to be, we just can't accept this truth. Good job!

John Hamilton November 16, 2020 at 7:00 AM A powerful write Eve, a testament to your resilience!

JC Brul November 15, 2020 at 1:53 AM Excellent piece dear Eve..I love the dark theme of this poem. More power on your ink!

Angela Crabtree November 10, 2020 at 5:10 PM Well written piece, Eve. Some of it I can relate to. Hope you have a good night :)

Gershon Wolf November 5, 2020 at 5:28 PM Sometimes one's desire is so great for someone, someone's hopes are have soared so high, that he/she will endure anything for another chance. It sounds sick, but I, for one, get it. A moving write, Eve. ~ Gershon

Joanna Daniel November 4, 2020 at 12:55 AM Dark and deep, Eve:)

Lyva Marty November 2, 2020 at 7:31 PM message from nette oncluad: standing tall against all odds...impressive, eve.. could you comment on my phantasmagoria poem?.. i think there is something wrong with my settings, members can;t get through.. thanks and huggs

Edward Ibeh November 2, 2020 at 7:21 PM Brilliant piece about resilience, Eve:-) Thoroughly enjoyed this! Faved.

Jan Allison November 2, 2020 at 8:51 AM Very deep dark and sad, it is so unusual for you to write in this style, hope you are ok:-) hugs jan xx

Silent One November 2, 2020 at 7:36 AM This is full of emotion, I wrote about depression also.. It is a silent killer and a condition many do not understand unless they have gone through it...