Its that time of year again: the time when i start to pen depressing poems to temporarily sooth the pain. Here's one of my most recent ones. Thanks for reading and let me know what you think:
#1: Asparagus and Night Lights
When the dark falls early
The dreaded thoughts return
Of sweet hearts I've sliced open
And bridges I have burned.
I only wished to touch
As physician in your temple
Forgetting that the night
More than daytime I resemble.
A curs-ed Midas daughter
whose fingers alchemize
Gleams of hope to ash and death
And darkness in your eyes.
We weeded that asparagus field, the
Stalks poking up through the earth
Like naïve man-parts and
We laughed in full color.
But I snapped some that
Weren’t mine to snap on
Accident I swear to you.
Beautiful, green and innocent were
They before my careless touch.
It’s their own faults, those lonesome
stalks were in my path; I tell you
They sacrificied themselves!
Why did you have to make
art that conjured vibrancy from
Life and filled my heart with
Love for a while, forever, for a time?
I couldn't help myself, what made
Me think i could help you?
I did nothing but what
Fate gave me for a task:
I loved you. Then I killed you.
. . . . . Killer Love . . . . .
Curled alone except shadows
And haunting truths so unkind.
As much as you suffered still it's
My heart that i stab every time.
Your expression of fear
And hurt always lingers.
Be gone, wretched heart and
These death-wielding fingers!
No pleasure is left for
The Great Queen of the Night
Who has killed all her lovers and
Has to sleep with a light.