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James Zitella Poem
Fear is all that I sense and feel it is near. Why must I anguish over my pain with
nothing solid to gain. Once again I check my hat, ruffle my clothes and feed the
cat. I stare at the wall and can't remember if I ever felt this small. The phone
rings with a jar and I almost fall of my chair, and then I run a hand across my
hair. I pickup the phone and with a groan and with anticipation I spit out the
words is it a boy or a girl and with a smile I close my eyes and twirl.
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James Zitella Poem
To feel as one in ever bonding union with sad and piety fair. Locked in fear held
by bondage, teased with joy. Rejection is peace. To encumber a being entwined
in passion is near. Forever shall I feel my soul touch my being for hell is near
and heaven follows to no avail. Sleep shall elude me for the eternal one is
clouded in shadows of lust. Shall we still search each others heart of hearts. The
wings of doves follow close now, and forever shall we gain a life of illusion. Once
may be twice and enough, but scars scraped from bone will always be my
destiny. I cry loudly for peace with willowy bellows and only lonely echoes
resonate. May I breathe deep with sorrow and feel the hollow of thy breast. For a
last breath is all we ever ask. I beg once again to deaf ears that I may fly through
my forgotten sins, and forever dance with praise. For I am eternal, forever more.
Copyright © James Zitella | Year Posted 2006
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