Feeding Off Love's Bottom
I'm feeding off the bottom of life's hollowness of love...
I've sunk so low I'm washing out as nothing is above...
The water line of discontent has ebbed and flowed away.
I've sunk so fast just like a rock, in natal form I pray,
For guidance from this hellish pit of sorrow and of tears,
I grab my knees and pull them up to hold in all my fears.
The foolish whims of a lonely soul has finally bit the dust,
I've tarnished all my forlorn shine to end it all with rust.
Now as I look inside my heart I hear a distant a hum...
If I could merely hear a beat...the rhythm of the drum.
It'd help to purify my soul and open doors once closed.
Then once again I'd feel the hope that comes and gently flows.
I need the love of one I've lost to stupid girlish pranks.
"If onlys" seem regressive now at the bottom of love's tank
© 1998 Susan K. Rowse
first published:
Delphi Amatuer Poetry Journal 1998
