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Release

I stand trembling, Writhing in apprehension When I hear you sigh through your teeth As you rush past me Bubbling now, My stomach swirls My spine warms me with shivers And my heart wants desperately to lift The further you go, The more every part of me sinks I nibble my lip to fight the tears To wrestle the heat in my cheeks To resist releasing the boiling bile inside Then, you return From the corner of my eye, you draw near I waver whether to wait or go Then, you happen You are there, and absolutely nothing Makes sense The sun is raging The room is blurry You stand there, shockingly clear Uttering quick your nervous words Eons pass in a second And I am still standing there, ancient as dust Feebly, frantically, I reply, but you… You have already disappeared… The bold doors closing, No uncertainty in their arctic shut The release thereafter is beyond Torturous I feel no relief Only despairing resolve

Copyright © | Year Posted 2015




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Date: 9/19/2015 9:43:00 PM
Gosh Laura, this is simmering with a chaotic lust and also a dreamy delirium to keep close that which, for a moment, an eon captures the heart with absolute ecstacy. The emotional juxtapositions in these metaphors is sheer genius!! "My spine warms me with shivers, and my heart wants desperately to lift..." Mmmmmmmm...so very intense and true woman. The final vrrse is so hot with fighting need! This is a FAV!! J.A.B.
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Laura Breidenthal
Date: 9/19/2015 9:49:00 PM
I like the line "then, you happen" in this piece. When you happen on my page, you always make me smile. Thanks dear. : ) ~Laura
Date: 9/6/2015 6:30:00 PM
What I really love is how you have put into words what some of us have felt and experienced in our lives. You do such a great job. The torture can go on for a long time, and when we think it is gone--somehow it comes back again. Then it leaves, then it comes back. I sometimes wish that I could tell these feelings an d thoughts which spontaneously appear to shut up!
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Date: 9/6/2015 6:27:00 PM
Whatever will be will be! The future's not ours to see. Que sera, sera. What is to become of you? This ordeal is bringing you to the next level--we are all hoping that it will be a good one!!!!! This (as you say) does not make any sense whatsoever from where you are standing. It is the painful reality of life even I hate to accept. Ouch, ouch, ouch!
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Date: 9/3/2015 9:40:00 PM
Laura, I was right there with you, what a skilled writer you are, just wonderful and thanks for visiting my poem, pirate of my heart ~~
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Laura Breidenthal
Date: 9/3/2015 9:50:00 PM
It was a pleasure reading the piece. You write elegantly and beautifully...~Laura

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