- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Longing
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In her stone tower surrounded by the darkest pitch,
She keeps her lonely vigil watching for the one that's gone.
Her every thought and wish is for his return,
The only sound tiny crystals shattering as tears hit the floor.
Her heart is caught in the cruel vice of longing,
Feeling it slowly crushed as each day passes into night.
Falling endlessly with no one to catch her,
Aching for the feel of his arms keeping her safe once again.
They say your memories will keep you warm,
They only serve to make the nights seem colder and longer.
Tormented by the knowledge of what is not there,
Her bitter laugh echoing in the silence that surrounds her.
Being pulled apart by the passing of each minute,
The only measure of her pain the lengthening of the shadows.
The slow ticking of the seconds the only witness,
Numbed down to fading as the breeze slowly erodes her being.
Giving up a desperate plea her hopeless final prayer,
Begging for just one more glimpse of the man that can set her free.
Listening for the voice that will chase the dark away,
Voices meeting on the wind their final words "remember me."
- COMMENTS
Epmd607about 15 years agofor the darkness surrounding a stone tower. Oh, but I know, you don't mean that the tangible "pitch" surrounds, you refer to vacuous space surround. But pitch, as you know, is the tarlike substance used for small organically based structures and since we're building a structure here, made out of metaphor and symbol and yah yah, pitch gives the sense relation to that which holds together a straw roof and margaret thatcher's bloomers, so to conclude with my argument: Describing the darkness surrounding a hut with the word "pitch" is opportune, while using "pitch" to describe the darkness surrounding a stone tower may be as misguided as the language of a renaissance fair in upstate new york.
