Press your fingers on the wound
We can’t
We can’t allow the blood
To leak away–this is too soon
A love no memory can fill
Breathe again–you cannot stop
I want
I need your eyes to move
Do not succumb collapse and swoon
These gashes surely have to heal
Take my hand–you must respond
I won’t
I cannot leave you now
If only just an utterance
Bestow a sound upon my ears
Look within these pleading eyes
We were
We are the stronger sort
No matter how our heart is hurt
The pain reminds us it is there
Oh, agony has pricked
Into the depths of what I hoped
But still the battle rages deep
Beneath the skin of my desire
Oh, the beauty we inflict
Upon a world that never knew
Has been distorted into blame
To feed the embers of our fire
Oh, you know I’d give the last
Of every breath I’ve yet to take
To pull you safely from the fray
Into the circle of my heart
Oh, you cannot slip away
Beneath the torrent of this pain
There is so much for which to stay
And I am not retreating yet
vampireweather 
Sometimes it is too hard to let a loved one go!
Yes, it certainly is
I often think life is unfair when thinking about how much pain we endure. We have to give the ones we love the most often for reasons unknown to us. I feel your pain and appreciate the love.
Thank you very much for the gentle thoughts
The pain bleeds deep when trying to let go.
This was very well written…Much felt here!
Hugs, xx
Thank you for sharing the feeling 🙂
There is so much for which to stay
and I’m not retreating yet!
When the going gets tough, the tough get’s going. Nice post, lovely poem!
Being persistent is sometimes difficult. I do not feel very tough 🙂
The craft of this poem is interesting. You work with five lines and the repeating rhythm of the third line. Then you change to a four line stanza, getting rid of the repeating rhythm. The new rhythm is based upon various expressions of Oh, culminating in
Oh, you cannot slip away
Beneath the torrent of this pain
There is so much for which to stay
And I am not retreating yet
This strikes me as a poem before mourning, a poem where the poet is pulling back from fear about someone dying, a poem of courage where the poet is not retreating, is full of love, in the face of tremendous pain.
Your words are inspiring, and a work of art in themselves. Thank you very much 🙂
Gentle heart, yes, but I am loving the fire and the fight I felt, especially that last line 🙂
Thank you. As long as there is breath… 🙂
Ah, so lovely 🙂
You are very kind 🙂
VW, again, I can resonate with the subject of this poem. And how you put those words together in such expert expression always gives me a little thrill of discovery. (I love the tender defiance of the last 4 lines!)
“tender defiance” oh you should write a poem for that 🙂
I wish every bleeding heart, every soul in pain has a friend who will not them slip into dark world of sorrow and be there no matter what
lovely poem 🙂
I hope I can be that friend
So very beautifully done, VW. Like a comment from above, it is the rhythm that speaks to be, encapsulating the words in your piece; it feels like fine glass around an orchid where the view changes with a movement of your hands. Wonderfully crafted. 🙂
What a splendid compliment, my friend. Thank you
Beautiful…so much feeling.
Thank you, my friend!
Beautifully pitched and poised. While the approach is different, the emotions it evokes in me are the ones I often get from shemovesme. (http://shemovesme.wordpress.com/)
Thank you for sharing this. I appreciate the comment
Absolutely loved the image and the piece V.W….I’ve missed reading your works.
Thank you very much. I have not gotten around much lately, and I feel very out of touch, so I know the feeling
I’m going to sound so stupidly redundant–but WOW. You’re an absolute powerhouse with words of raw emotion–we are right there, ripped open as well.
Binding up the wounds of the beloved, refusing to allow the hurts and pains to win out–so strongly expressed here–with a perfect piece of “bleeding, pieced-together” artwork! Thanks for your willingness to always write with such intensity.
I am not always willing, but sometimes I am unable to restrain it. Other times I am unable to summon it. My writing is slowly fading away, but I am pressing on as I am able. Thank you!
When the loving embrace and the tender heart
is lost, taken away, all that remains in it’s place
where true emotion lived, is that overwhelming
desire of life and to live it over again and again
in a time without end…
Have a very nice rest of
evening Vampire Weather…
Wow, what an accurate description, my friend. Thank you for that. You are very right
within the darkness of void
we rest, we reflect
we remember
putting each little…each big
thought in some kind of order
so when we climb out of the rabbit
hole where we had tea wth the Mad Hatter
Alice and the Queen of Hearts we realize
the mushrooms eased the emotion
of pain long enough to breathe again….
sometimes words don’t matter…
sometime one just feels the energy
of what is written… and remembers
the tea….and breathes…
haunting in echoes….
Beautifully created….
keep writing….some need your words more
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I feel as though perhaps I am the mad hatter, but devoid of mushrooms to dull the memories. Tea sounds delightful though, and I would welcome that 🙂
letting go is the hardest part, because no matter what we did memories remain…
True. Memories remain. Some days they are blessings and some days they are haunting