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Donna Colon Poem
Butterfly whims
As I think only of him
The rapture of his undying charms
Choking back the tears while cradled in his arms
Swallowing the fears, upon Locus’ wings
I fly, I flutter, coming apart at the seams
Anguished, all a fluster, my soul splits in two
I ponder upon which side I should choose
All this wishful thinking, my will succumbs
Bitterness, wastefulness, I am undone
Thinking, shrinking, in the love of you
Just a little love, a little hope, I come unglued
Confused, disoriented, I am amiss a great change
Warped dimensions, within this madness I remain
Happiness disarming
A vortex with few encounter truths
Incinerated, scorching fires, a make up of hidden rules
A dark angel, the shadow of light
His kisses, his heart, he will not be denied
Wistfulness, betrayal, sucking me in
Void, this empty space, the black corners of sin
Reign over this soul distant, jaded
Will I not find my heart?
Now, before it tears the both of us apart
Surreal, unfortunate, late in the game
That I should awaken of the past
Before I cause more pain
Treacherous copies of the self
Torturous heart falls into this self made hell
Once deprived of love, now received
Held captive as I fail to believe
Wavering, an innocent heart torn
Nothing lost, reborn, in a haze I mourn
Devastated, my mind devoured, I break into tears
All for the love of him… My life, my essence
I vanish into thin air.
Copyright © Donna Colon | Year Posted 2012
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Donna Colon Poem
I fly sometimes,
From one constant chaos to the next
I am not one for pity
Though I put many to the test
Their hopes and dreams sets limits
That is difficult to surpass
I adhere to their scars
To see how long one will last
It is not my job to create this sorrow
For much like love, it is inevitable
Such as death when he takes your breath
Sending you on your way in so many variables
I am here to make you feel
All that you try to deny
I am not meant to hurt you
But to remind those who try to hide
From themselves, from others
Pain is great for a reason
I call upon your already bleeding heart
Listen to it as it sings my treason
But I fail you not, nor myself
All of these powerful things
Your angels will guide you through the pain
So that you may receive your wings.
Copyright © Donna Colon | Year Posted 2012
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