Hollow

[douglas]

there is nothing left to say

and so I turn away

distracted by the deep dark pain that has

entered me since I arrived here

 

you are no longer who I remember you to be

you have morphed in to someone

utterly unfamiliar to me

your face distorted by frustrations and regrets

 

there are no words forming in my mouth

as I listen to you scolding and bemoaning life

your sadness robs them from me

 

all that remains is a silent hollow space

where there used to be so much

love

[tonyv]

I've read this numerous times, Douglas. Though the narrator could be addressing any loved one, in my reading of the poem I see him addressing a romantic love.

 

This is one of the hardest places where one might find himself. "Now you're just somebody that I used to know ... "

 

Tony

[douglas]

Yes, a challenge indeed, Tony... Thank you for your comment - and happy 2013!

[dedalus]

Personal? Maybe you need more distance. Maybe not. Who is to say?

... but we don't "morph", nobody does, never have, OK?

 

This poem is cool in its way ... but stay away from things

that sound like psychobabble. Don't get angry, please.

Think (I'd really rather wring your neck) but think, think instead!

[dansalinger]

very sad...a potentially gleeful reunion sabotaged by the bitterness of a person who has become unhappy since you were last together...i am curious as to how she will be at the next meeting.

[David W. Parsley]

Not sure I understand the objection to 'morph' - works for this reader very well (even when I am trying to 'think' ;-). Very disturbing to reunite with someone with whom you once shared important connections, only to find them changed, no longer accessible, especially if the change is for the worse. Not an easy poem to write, thanks for sharing, Douglas.

 

- Dave

[douglas]

Thanks for your feedback gentlemen - appreciated.