The Poetry Marathon

Thrown in for a loop
I was

I believed
I trusted
I loved

I was denied
I was destroyed
I was broken

Yet, I still flourish.

To be enveloped
In a tornado of anger

To be sweeped
Into a storm of rage

To be thrown
Into a diluge of wrath

I drowned
I groped
I gulped

I fought to be alive.

The looks,
It stabs
It kills

It tells
That I am nothing
Or am I?

Alone…
I drown in memories

The tumbler that held your coffee
The pens that touched your fingers
The gaze you threw from across the romm

Alone…
I emerge from memories

Casting away your soft whisper
Tamping the areas you have touched
Refusing to shed the tears
…that meant you are gone.

My beloved…
You are my world
You are my heart

My beloved…
You destroyed my world
You turned my heart to dust

My beloved…
Give me back
…my world
…my heart

People always ask me why I write poems and I have always answered, “I write poetry when I am bored.” I have been writing poetry since I was ten years old, in long car and bus rides, in long haul flights, in waiting rooms, while on lunch and coffee breaks. Some of them were published in my college newspaper but it was nothing considering that I was one of the literary editors until I graduated. To me, poetry is something that I do to while the time away. After all, I would not want to waste the rays of the morning sun as it streams though the slats of the half open window or the vivid blue sky that peeks through the curtains, I am always prompted to put them on paper. It is a gift and though it has not brought me renown, I am just happy to put a smile to a tired soul.

i awoke to find

…that I am no longer

part of the laughter

part of thr tears

part of your life

Thre is nothing left

all have been depleted

There is no you

there is no me

there is only an empty, barren world

old

bleak

broken

she wept the unshed tears of moths ago

she poured the unspent pain of many moments

she relinquised the love that was in her heart

on that one single moment

she took out the most precious thing that she had

and gave it up

we always go back

to the point in time

when everything crashed

when we ignored the clashes

and kept on going

as if we were immortals

and we are not