Thursday, October 1, 2009

Crossing Over

You didn't ask, didn't care
disinterest apparent
through your blank-eyed stare
your magic is gone
you snuffed it out
the person I thought I knew
disengaged, stepped out
I thought you saved me but,
you just prolonged my plan
to cross over that bridge
and forget it ever began
I reached for you,
you had nothing to say
so now I send myself on my way
you hide in the temple of the holy ghost
though you reject the one who needs you most

13 comments:

Shadow said...

this is a death of sorts, when you feel like this. so glaring, so final, so very sad.

~MyGalSal~The "Bird Whisperer" said...

Beautiful-touched me...

~MyGalSal~The "Bird Whisperer" said...

This was very beautiful and touched me. Sal

She Who Works Her Will said...

This is absolutely...amazing Noelle.

I do hope this finds you well?

T

LarryG said...

rejections hurts -
and i don't get the impression that this is the faithful wound of a friend...
you will persist!

Calli said...

This is intense. I can relate, as usual! :)

have a happy weekend, Noelle~
~Calli

Rispa Frances said...

I so know how you feel. This was very touching. I wish you a safe journey over the bridge.

Noelle Dunn.... A Poet in Progress said...

Yes! I am well - a relfective piece of a moment in time.

Thank you all for reading!! Happy Weekend!

Jess said...

This is amazing, I love your rhyming scheme, it seems so effortless. It flows so well, really great poem!

Nevine Sultan said...

"you hide in the temple of the holy ghost..." That line is amazing. It folds in the entire piece. Very good!

Susie Hemingway said...

Sadness and inner pain fills the lines of "Crossing Over" you have I believe, pulled this deep from your heart. May you continue to cross over that bridge without the person that once caused this pain.

I could of course be wrong.
A lovely indepth piece of work.
Sincerely.

Felicitas said...

A sad but beautiful piece. There's a real sense of betrayal here. It makes one wonder how the death occurred.

Cynthia said...

So often this is true. One who
claims to be spiritual hurts us
the most, and we feel as if they
know exactly what they are doing.
Sadly, often they do know.
An honest poem, written in a
forthright manner.