Coffee turns to a smudge of brown
and my hands shake in the cold night air,
overlooking my smallest of kingdoms
and I wait for you; you’re always there.
You’re the indented letters on a torn-out page
in the diary I filled with a year of control,
you’re the tip of a cigarette, falling to ash;
the all-engulfing, paralysing cold.
Winter turns to spring, seasons pass by,
your unwelcome presence piercing through,
coffee turns to sludge in an abandoned mug,
and I sit by the window;
waiting for you.
(c) 2012.
zongrik
April 8, 2012 at 9:50 pm
sounds like a dysfunctional relationship to me
halfwaybetweenthegutter
April 9, 2012 at 1:04 am
A relationship of sorts, I suppose. Thanks for the read, zongrik.
This Life of Mine
April 8, 2012 at 11:43 pm
As sad as this poem is, it is also beautiful. This is how I feel when my depression starts to lurk around my mind, ready to take over my life at any second.
halfwaybetweenthegutter
April 9, 2012 at 1:04 am
Thanks; that’s exactly what it does. It takes over.
free penny press
April 9, 2012 at 12:43 am
and yet in the darkness, the light will arrive.. it will..
halfwaybetweenthegutter
April 9, 2012 at 1:03 am
<3 Thank you.
daniellenicolewalsh
April 9, 2012 at 12:45 am
I loved this poem. Such a simple but unbelievably powerful message. Sad but also so true.
halfwaybetweenthegutter
April 9, 2012 at 1:03 am
Thank you, Danielle
Israel
April 9, 2012 at 1:40 am
Very deep i must say. But even as deep as it is to us (your readers) its much more deeper to you.
Wishing you well good lady …
halfwaybetweenthegutter
April 9, 2012 at 1:59 am
Thank you Israel, wishing you well too; hope you had a great weekend!
Israel
April 9, 2012 at 2:00 am
judithatwood
April 9, 2012 at 3:56 am
Beautiful — filled with such honest longing, communicated so clearly. One of your best so far, I think! Love from Maine ==
Cerridwen
April 9, 2012 at 10:10 am
Ahh, the obsessive compulsion to try to control something we have no control over. And, of course, the requisite coffee and cigarette as we’re being all deep and artistically profound in our wallowing. I remember that feeling!
halfwaybetweenthegutter
April 10, 2012 at 2:13 am
I do sometimes worry that my constant companions of coffee and cigarettes is a bit too much of a stereotype! Thanks for reading, Cerridwen.
pdlyons
April 9, 2012 at 3:21 pm
this is a wonderful strong poem. realy cool and admirable. cheers
halfwaybetweenthegutter
April 10, 2012 at 2:10 am
Thank you!
mairmusic
April 9, 2012 at 4:01 pm
poignantly evocative. Writing it in words is a way to begin coping.
halfwaybetweenthegutter
April 10, 2012 at 2:10 am
Thanks, Mairmusic x
Barefoot Baroness
April 9, 2012 at 5:56 pm
Your waiting and wanting rolled into one makes so much sense. I trust that this is worth waiting for, whether it be a thing or a person. Giving “it” such value by creating a poem about such is endearing.You have such openess and honesty that you write with.
edwardonbebop
April 9, 2012 at 6:03 pm
Reblogged this on Edward On Bebop and commented:
Touching.
Anna Gramme (@hypercryptical)
April 10, 2012 at 10:14 am
Hope you can keep the depression at bay – it is an unwelcome visitor.
Kind regards. Anna
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kshawnedgar
April 10, 2012 at 11:24 am
Waiting for winter’s return? The dark cold love, the life affirming chill.
Becky
April 10, 2012 at 12:30 pm
A beautiful feeling of melancholy (I think that’s possible). Slow and purposeful, like a ritual you can’t stop even though the other is gone. Wonderful!!