Many Nights of Wonder
Many nights of wonder filter through my atmosphere
pulling me asunder where the passion, pain and fear
drift along the anectdotal memories that bind
a whispered touch upon the crutch of lovers left behind.
Amidst the the plundered visionary softness so severe
many nights of wonder filter through my atmosphere
decaring rights of ownership uopn my altared pride
revealing sights of past delights and hurt I cannot hide.
Carried by the altruistic symphony's parade
buried deep within the masochistic masquerade
many nights of wonder filter through my atmosphere
but nothing fills the hunger of my heart without you here.
Revolving resolution cringes cowardly inside
soaking sadly in the selfish puddles I have cried
though never will I breathe again the essence of you near
many nights of wonder filter through my atmosphere.
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
Turn off ads, get more exposure for your poetry, and get more features with a
Premium Membership.
