I look out my window
And behold the jewels in the sky
Reflecting on the water below
The moon's push and pull seems to me a silent moan or wretched cry
The laughter of a child echoes through the air
A foreign sound, like a fluttering of the wings of a sparrow
The laughter opens my heart and renders my soul bare
Then, like an icy prick, it pierces my heart like an arrow
Shot from the bow of a happiness long gone,
A forsaken love
Like a treasure buried or a dog's missing bone
Like a love long lost
Or a soul missing home
This pain of mine is self inflicted
Like a treacherous barb that I myself set in place
Like a torturous taunt that I myself picked
As one would a rose set with thorns
I know this seems as though I am mourning
And surely it haunts me like a passion unborn
But it is more truly a revelation or warning
I owe you many things
Least of which is my sorrow
Although that is hardly the ransom of kings
It is enough to ask that you return what had been borrowed
I want my heart back
Or the wanting to fade
Because my love has been stretched and hurt like a man on a rack
Or blotted out like a light placed in the shade
I can hear the wind sing
I watch it wisp through the branches as if to kiss their fingers briefly
I can hear my heart howl and my blood sting
Because the thing I desire most fervishly
Evades me indefinitely
Like the child who runs from a father who beats him
Or as a dog runs from a human who does not love it humanely
Or as water drips off a hat's rim
So in this way does happiness evade me
So in this way do you hold me in contempt
So in the way does love flee
So in this way do you elude my attempt
To love you with my heart and with my mind
In this very way, and in no other way can I describe
Do you leave me behind
And here in my heart you have left a mark that shall forever remain inscribed
Author Bio:
Joseph Sweeney is an American student attending high school in upstate New York and an aspiring poet and author. After reading "The Hollow Men" by T.S. Eliot, he became inspired to write poetry. He was further influenced by ButtonPoetry, a YouTube channel dedicated to spoken word.
And behold the jewels in the sky
Reflecting on the water below
The moon's push and pull seems to me a silent moan or wretched cry
The laughter of a child echoes through the air
A foreign sound, like a fluttering of the wings of a sparrow
The laughter opens my heart and renders my soul bare
Then, like an icy prick, it pierces my heart like an arrow
Shot from the bow of a happiness long gone,
A forsaken love
Like a treasure buried or a dog's missing bone
Like a love long lost
Or a soul missing home
This pain of mine is self inflicted
Like a treacherous barb that I myself set in place
Like a torturous taunt that I myself picked
As one would a rose set with thorns
I know this seems as though I am mourning
And surely it haunts me like a passion unborn
But it is more truly a revelation or warning
I owe you many things
Least of which is my sorrow
Although that is hardly the ransom of kings
It is enough to ask that you return what had been borrowed
I want my heart back
Or the wanting to fade
Because my love has been stretched and hurt like a man on a rack
Or blotted out like a light placed in the shade
I can hear the wind sing
I watch it wisp through the branches as if to kiss their fingers briefly
I can hear my heart howl and my blood sting
Because the thing I desire most fervishly
Evades me indefinitely
Like the child who runs from a father who beats him
Or as a dog runs from a human who does not love it humanely
Or as water drips off a hat's rim
So in this way does happiness evade me
So in this way do you hold me in contempt
So in the way does love flee
So in this way do you elude my attempt
To love you with my heart and with my mind
In this very way, and in no other way can I describe
Do you leave me behind
And here in my heart you have left a mark that shall forever remain inscribed
Author Bio:
Joseph Sweeney is an American student attending high school in upstate New York and an aspiring poet and author. After reading "The Hollow Men" by T.S. Eliot, he became inspired to write poetry. He was further influenced by ButtonPoetry, a YouTube channel dedicated to spoken word.
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