Get Your Premium Membership

Lingering Embers of an Abandoned Campsite

I'm drawing the sun on an empty ceiling 
But I still bring the clouds in my own way 
You wanted a goddamn college essay 
But there was nothing else to say 
She's the tortured soul in all of us 
Stare with sympathy until your eyes begin to rust 
Carve a smile into unsuspecting jaws  
For drops of solidarity that we'll take as a flood 
No one had to say I was too hard to love 
But a look of disappointment would still reflect a glimpse of recollection 
And I contemplate your abnegation 
When the only thing you’ve ever worshiped  
Was a fantasy bible in an elysium manifestation 

I've been romanticizing the exit strategy as it masquerades around me
Shred my patience like a picture of you in a past existence 
As I frown and stand there with my tail between my legs
My atoms searching violently for the words that escape me
(I guess it really was a prison sentence)
Cross your fingers like I meant something to you
While I try to amend this 
My pulse will search unwaveringly for the beauty that escapes me
(I guess it really was a prison sentence) 

I have so much to lose and such little time
I have bravery wrapped around my neck and self worth ready to tie the knot;
Closer than our fate ever was 
Oh I “not,” just in other ways 
But I still hear you crackling from the fire behind my eyelids 
But I'm done being burned 
So my back is forced to turn 
And please don't haunt me if you die from this 
I've had bigger “calm before the storm”s than a town before an apocalypse 
I have integrity loading the bullets and s-to-give ready to pull the trigger 
And you just defaulted to collateral damage
You can read my description but proceed with caution 
My confidence is my favorite blade and I'm ready to sharpen 
Who else is gonna hold your hand as you walk through fiery coals 
That you keep lighting?
I’ve been romanticizing the struggle more than I'm intending 
A crime of passion but it was just too little too late 
Your dripping rose petals off your knife 
but it's already surpassed the flood gates
Every new strike of the hour hand sends a chill up my spine 
I have so much to lose and such little time

Am I shouting now or am I just talking?
Are you worried about my decay now that the flies are swarming? 
Are they still your lies if I’m the one harboring?
Am I shouting now or am I just talking?

I’m recovered from my restoration;
Your dependance is just now starting 

A writer picturing a painter sketching a drawer painting a blank 
Should I also turn my back when abandonment sinks its teeth in you?
It’s taking every drop and turning them into floods 
And you should have known, Dracula’s running the blood bank 





Copyright © | Year Posted 2024




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

A comment has not been posted for this poem. Encourage a poet by being the first to comment.


Book: Radiant Verses: A Journey Through Inspiring Poetry