Friday, March 2, 2012

Turn Away

Please turn your brown eyes away from me
I can't look at them
Without seeing days long wilted
And the skies whose soaring heat I did not embrace

The blooming wreath of your greatness
Is a painful flower
In whose shining petals is all I refused to be

I am a black sun
Not to shine on beings like you
But rather to illuminate the corners of the night
The recesses where discarded stars and forsaken songs huddle alongside the frail adolescents
Whose glorious veneer was swept away in the tide of your brilliance

I am the detritus you left behind
Or never knew

And for that I burn against you
But, far more,
Against myself


fairbetty said...

It's too bad there's no way to have audio comments, because I'd snap my fingers for you...

laura b. said...

This might be my favorite of your poems that I have read here. Haunting and beautiful.

Anonymous said...

Wow. Hard to describe, but a wonderful poem. It spoke to me.

Peace <3

Woozie said...

I enjoyed this, and I never enjoy poetry.

Arizaphale said...

So sad. I wonder who it's 'for'?