Letter of Dilemma

The letter I regret to read ever
Is that I cannot stop reading never.
The flowery words that draw me to tears
Meant to re-enact the pain of love lost.
Was it really a case of love lost?
Was the love ever there in the first place?
Did we really love each other genuinely?
Did we love ourselves more than each other?
Did I hate myself so much, so that:-
I didn't wanna watch over my heart?
Did I listen then to your words?
Was I to believe you that much?
Do I really need to read this letter,
So frequently and as keen as I do?
Your letter till now I read over.
This letter by no other lover read never.
Message of how much you loved me conveyed
Silently just before you stealthily sneaked away
Words that were meant to fill the vacuum
The empty space of your long absence.
A silence so loud till now it echoes in my heart.
Sounding footsteps of moronic silhouettes retreating
Into the horizon to go fill the cavity in my heart.


But in silence this letter when you read
Does it really fill the vacuum?
Does it further dig it deeper?
Does it wipe the tears from your eyes?
Does it bring more tears to your eyes?
Do those words really heal the pain?
Do they scrub the healing wounds?
Do I even know what I'm writing?
Or comprehend what I'm reading?
I'm not sure I really do.
I'm more confused than I do.
I don't know what I know
And know I really don't know it.
I don't know whether I felt sad
Or too glad after reading your words.
With your final breath on a lonely island.


I loved the sweet way
In which you wrote them.
Because your very words of love
Brought tears to my eyes
Instead of laughter to my heart.
It's why I will keep coming back
These very words to read.
Till the day. they give me joy.
Copyright © | Year Posted 2016

Poem

Post Comments

Poetrysoup is an environment of encouragement and growth so only provide specific positive comments that indicate what you appreciate about the poem. Negative comments will result your account being banned.

Please Login to post a comment

Vincent Avatar
November 3, 2024 at 7:15 AM
I just can never stop feeling this poem... It strikes a chord so deep in my heart.
Ficklin Avatar
May 13, 2016 at 3:51 PM
Wow Messoh, love is nothing but puzzling. You got me with "sounding footsteps of moronic silhouettes retreating" - beautiful!
Vincent Avatar
May 15, 2016 at 8:15 AM
it is such a sweet pain to be in love .....
Get a Premium Membership
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a Premium Membership.
Book: Diverse Voices: The Poetry of Human Rights and the Pursuit of Peace