Guest Poet 1 – Chasm of Nothing…

This week, these pages are turned over to selected Guest Poets – I hope you enjoy!

First up is a long-time friend and supporter of this blog – please welcome back Keith!

You can read more of Keith’s work here: https://keithakenel.wordpress.com/

If you would like to send a submission in to be a future Guest Poet, please email eyewillnotcry@hotmail.co.uk

Cheers

J

keith

Anger that once ruled us no longer drives our lives
But there’s a world of difference between a roommate and a wife.
Grateful for our truce and cessation of unholy war
But I miss your loving touch and long for so much more.

Mariana chasm between palliation and pleasure,
There is no special of the day; tasteless broth forever soup du jour.
Agony I suffered, like a man upon a cross,
Has been replaced by void, I am thankful for the loss.
To mantra of the cutters I do not adhere,
I choose nothing over pain; yet still I shed such tears.

There is no satisfaction in being a numb man,
Golem who stumbles through his day without a master plan.
World that once made me smile, now quickly wears quite thin,
I should be looking to the future but keep dreaming of where I’ve been.
Wish that I could hold you, embrace you with all my might,
But my heart can’t bear the strain and my strength is gone from sight.

Anger that once ruled us no longer drives our lives
But there’s a world of difference between a roommate and a wife.
Grateful for our truce and cessation of unholy war
But I miss your loving touch and long for so much more.

Our satin sheeted bed, where we once pulsed to paradise,
Has been stripped away, and our love has paid the price.
Our dalliance in Eden’s garden, where every month was sweetest May,
Had grown thick with weeds, no longer did blossoms hold sway.
Thankful nettle infested thickets that had become our bed
Have been cleared of thorns; sadly, nothing’s left in their stead.

Here we’re stuck in greyest neutral, with no forward nor reverse,
Don’t know if lack of pain is a blessing or a curse.
Ingesting tasteless nourishment is hard thing to get down;
Swimming in passionless sea keeps me wondering if I’ll just drown.
Mariana chasm between palliation and pleasure,
Surely’s got me wondering how much more nothing I can endure.

Anger that once ruled us no longer drives our lives
But there’s a world of difference between a roommate and a wife.
Grateful for our truce and cessation of unholy war
But I miss your loving touch and long for so much more.

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