Almost Gone

The bare branches clicked dry disapproval in the moody hue of night.
From the clouded sky fell tears that traced distressed patterns in the misted window.
But I cradled the twisted twine in quivering arms all the same.
Its frayed fingers tangled in my own, patiently waiting to steal shuddering breaths from my chest.
It whispered sweet reassurances against my skin as I stroked the tightly bound texture.
And then
There was no sound
There was no light
I was lost deep into the night.
Eternities later (or maybe just a moment or two)
Sunlight peeked through the shafts of my lids.
My heart still projected hammering beats.
But the rope never left my arms.
It still rests there sometimes,
Waiting silently with watchful eyes.





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apocalyptigirl said...
Sept. 13, 2010 at 8:44 pm
I have to say, I don't get this poem. But I feel  it anyway, which is awesome, b/c you just made a poem that I have no clue about but can relate to anyway. It makes me curious; I read it more than once.
 
sparkofheart replied...
Sept. 13, 2010 at 10:08 pm
sometimes the best poetry doesnt have to be understood but felt instead. feeling the poem i think is a way stronger and more important sense than just understanding it.
 
Jessiperk This work has been published in the Teen Ink monthly print magazine. said...
Jun. 20, 2010 at 9:13 pm
Wow, such a powerful peice, great word choice, my favorite by far so far
 
sparkofheart replied...
Jun. 21, 2010 at 11:46 am
thanks!!! secretly...its my favorite too :) haha
 
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