Incomplete

Incomplete prose poem

The night was inky black

The stars were out to play

The wind picked up its midnight rhythm

The cold raced up and down her arm

She stood still and looked on

At the At the gaping nothingness beyond

Ears strained she listened

For answering shrieks from the depths below

Silence prevailed but for the wind’s song

And her throaty breath misting her gaze

The tears dribbled off her chin

This was her only chance

Yet the spirits wouldnt answer

Her punishment and penance she reckoned

She’d lost herself somewhere

Between the desert and the mountain

Her soul lay withering, wandering, lost

Searching for a body she’d long destroyed

In revenge for pain she couldn’t grasp

The pieces were buried far and deep

Their resting places long forgotten

Even if redeemed, they couldn’t fit

So ravaged and decayed they would be

Eternally condemned to be a part but never whole

Searching for redemption

In black inky holes

Rate the poem
1 Star2 Stars3 Stars4 Stars5 Stars (1 votes, average: 4.00 out of 5)
We are posting your rating...

Have something to say about the poem?

Andria D'Souza

Signup / Login to follow the poet.
I come from a place of much fear and yearning. Yearing for that little extra that life has to offer which is just within our reach and fear that when faced with that yearning well withing my grasp will I ever have the courage to face up to it.Words have always been a way to make sense of the jumble within, it brings me clarity and makes things a reality. Nothing reflects me better than these words below.I stand watching the waves crash against the shore, leave back some things on the beach and take some things away with it. On and on tirelesslyit goes. "Stop it, stop it now!".But no one is listening. "Don’t take so much away, I'll have nothing left." The sea calls out, "But I’m leaving so many things back." Angry tears spilling over my cheeks I yell, "I don’t want what you have to give, I’m happy with what I have. Take away your so called gifts leave me back with what I had. Give me all that you took away from me, return what you had no right to take." The sea replies, "Not unless you see what I have left you". Strolling along the shore I find the mysteries of worlds far away at my feet, all within my reach. Think to myself I do, can I be mad for the old things been taken away from me when what I have always secretly hoped for is to have the mysteries of the world at my feet. I hear the gentle voice againm "Do you still want me to take it away?". "NO! NO!", escapes before I can control my words. The sea replies "That's what I thought". The sea drenches my feet and moves away digging my feet deeper into the sand.........
Poems you will love

Give your feedback / review for the poem

Be the First to Comment & Review poem!

Notify of
avatar
wpDiscuz

Incomplete

Incomplete long poem

You can’t get smoke without a fire You can’t ride a bicycle without its back tyre All these things show That everything exists in pairs – this you should know You can’t call it a day if there is no

The Incomplete Woman

The Incomplete Woman long poem

Sitting on the bed your legs stretched, on your shoulder so lovingly you kept my head, holding my face with your palms you kissed me on my forehead, embracing me in your arms you kissed me on both my eyes,