Unrequited–A Poem of Secret Torment

In the next few weeks, I plan to start posting more to the blog, which means finding different things to share that will hopefully be of interest to you, my appreciated readers.  Here's one writing-related feature that I'm trying to bring back; sharing my poetry and song lyrics.  Let's see if anyone is interested...

Many of you know that I have written poetry for almost as long as I've been writing fiction.  I even had a few poems published in my early 20's, though the stack of rejection letters rivals that for my fiction marketing.  Poetry is an outlet for emotion, and sometimes telling a story.  At least, that's how I write it.

Today I share with you a deeply personal poem, something that was written for someone who will never read it... unless by some strange twist of fate they discover this blog... but even then I doubt they'd ever consider this to be written for them...  Er, I don't know if they'd laugh, scream, or cry if they ever did realize... Oh, crap, I've said too much.  Let's just get on with it already!

I have kissed you in the dream

your skin so pure

and lips demure,

yet when the dawn came

crashing upon my eyes

I swear I saw your face

before the fleeting shadows

of the never night

assured you were not there.

I seek your passion,

the forbidden love

that never will be known,

for this man is a dreaming darkness

and you are the light in the night,

the light I can see within

the eyes that'll never know me.

Your alien world

holds many pains and pleasures

the secrets you'll never share

of your darkest despair.

It has nothing to do with me

for my love, unfulfilled

it shall ever be,

so I can never cause you pain

The dream that never dies

but never knows truth

is the saving grace

of this sleeping man

who toils in solitude

and of the unrequited loved

who will never know

the touch of my tender soul.

Forever it shall be

the agony of the impure

this heart of tarnished gold

loving chaste from afar

and ever praying

that you'll never be the whore.

In closing, I hope you appreciate the artistry of the piece, above all.  If you enjoy my poetry, let me know, so I'll know there's a reason to share more of it.