Say Something
Leftover moods hovers over my sea of emotions
As I give it all over to you and yours.
As I hold my cascading escapade in my emphatic empathy
As I behold my belittled diminishing luminance
As you suck the remaining illumination of absolute resolve
As I recall I hated to hate, so I channeled the absolution
Beckoning the predecessor to come back
From the same abyss I perished, I now find you
Now that I have me no more
My gray essence constantly pales in comparison
To that which you commenced to add color
When I was already pale from rescuing my blood from the facade of truth
Now you become my blood and plunge into the same
Is it then my blood that feeds the air around with the venomous toxins
that defiles the objects and reveal the symptoms that seems to befall my beloved?
I am dry, I am not even bones no more.
I stare at the hollow, once an image of creation.
I can’t even envisage darkness in my imagination.
I am falling frail, derailing works in the wake of my fall.
The little glow in the drop as it tears
Whispers with the very last glimmer of hope
I shall rise again, if only you will say something in good time.
Copyright © Abigail Aye-Addo | Year Posted 2018
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