Steve Voorhees Poet Free verse

There and Then Never At All

I hate this illusion...
  suffocating likeness to perfection
heaves its sultry invite to my doorstep
luring sweetly with promise and intrigue
  I follow blindly seeing the nothing
     is something...
          ...anything at all

The mirage dissipates 
   leaving fools stand lonely
Scarlet red scorn glows 
  in desert white sand
and I hold myself in contempt
  You fade
    I stand
   We fall
     This dies....

Forced to recall moments 
  as masochistic jilted lovers do
Staring off as sad songs remind
  burning holes in memories 
extinguished with tears...awash with pain
  You drown me apathetically

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Sharon Winter March 31, 2009 at 7:03 PM Oh Steve, I'm sorry. Yes, I always believe whatever the poet writes is true, so forgive me. Painful and sad, affairs of the heart can be devastating. I try to believe, everything for a reason. Your writing is outstanding. You pull the reader in as we travel deeply your emotional journey with you ~ and that last line is just killer. Hoping it's just imagination. Love, Shar