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Sunday, October 16, 2011

Hated Hunger

I hear his voice
playing in my head
like some damn
button stuck on rewind.
I wish to erase it
while hoping
to never forget its sound.

Why can’t I let go?
Betrayal, a broken heart
should have me
begging an exorcism
to remove every trace
of him from me.
Yet I sit here
hungry for his touch
on my skin.

My arms cold ,
starving appendages
beg to hold him
and feel his warmth.
Oh, that I could kiss his lips
to remove the goodbye
from them.

I hate the hunger
consuming me.
I have tasted
the bitter herbs
of his lies.
There should be anger
not this longing
to crawl into his embrace.

Gods, goddesses,
stars, the moon,
whatever heaven
will send to purge
him from my heart,
please do it now.
I am weary of daylight smiles
that drown in nights of tears.

©Susie Clevenger 2011
Poetry Picnic Wk9 :Longing, Loss, Losing and Failures


Kremo said...

Wonderfully described ! Beautiful !!

Daydreamertoo said...

Awww ... No-one can take it away from you, sadly.
It's you who has to make the choice to let whatever it is that has a hold on you, just go.
This is deep, haunting, emotional.
RYN: Sometimes when we discover the 'reason's it gives us a little bit of peace from all the incessant 'whys'

Janet said...

The last two lines are the perfect climax to this haunting plea...Thank-you for visiting my blog and for your words.

Teresa Marie said...

Wow, very emotionally charged poem! Great job. Blessings, Terri

Morning said...

dramatic emotions,
powerful delivery.


The Orange Tree said...

strong ending.
well composed piece.

Craig Watson said...

I Love this... Great write !

Heaven said...

very dramatic and gripping.. i hope she gets what she wishes for...

halfwaybetweenthegutter said...

This, I can understand.

Andy said...

Thoughtful & heartfelt.
Powerful ending & imagery.

Thanks for sharing & visiting. Much appreciated.

The beauty Of Love

Aynsley (Life In Verse) said...

Simply beautiful...

The Unknowngnome said...

I like the "whatever heaven". :)

beccagivens said...

Absolutely wonderful ... love the flow and the last two lines to sum up the plea! :-)

rch said...

I love 'bitter herbs of his lies' that is an awesome phrase, enjoyed reading.

Beyond Horizon said...

No single word can describe the beauty of the poem :)

trace of love still present in a broken heart

Beyond Horizon said...

No single word can describe the beauty of the poem :)

trace of love still present in a broken heart

liv2write2day said...

This is a feeling that most of us, I'm sure, have experienced. Pain well-expressed. Victoria

blackswanpoetry said...

I agree this is all too common... Nice write

Ann LeFlore said...

such a dynamic write filled with so much images of love, hunger and emotions

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