Poetry

September 7, 2017 Poetry , POETRY / FICTION

Rodion Kutsaev photo

 

By

Nicole Surginer

 

 

 

Disenchanted

 

 

Painfully aware of the festering doubt

trenching distance between us,

I choke on bitter colors as

stagnant sentiment falls

from lips of apathy.

Wearily feasting salt

from your mouth,

siphoning nectar from bitter tones,

I play your twisted game

whilst my languished heart

wastes achingly away.

 

 

 

 

Fated

 

 

For my heart you will surely shatter.

Yet, again I will place her remnants

into your crushing hands

to savor for mere moments

the taste of your soul,

giving everything to be

anything to you.

The very breath I crave

will steal away my last,

and I will mourn your loss

when you are stripped of my sky,

tears streaming rivers

from foolish eyes;

painfully drowning

in your lies.

 

 

 

 

Forlorn

 

 

Another day slips to solemn night

as I stand breathless

beneath a star kissed sky

aching for daylight,

wishing away the empty moments

I am left to drown in your silence.

 

 

 

 

 

 

Nicole Surginer

Nicole Surginer is a poet from the small town of Bastrop, Texas. She is inspired to write by her love for nature’s enchantment, a fascination with the power of raw, intense emotion and a desire to create beauty with words. She has been published in Tuck Magazine, Anti-Heroin Chic, and Indiana Voice Journal with pending publications at Sick Lit Magazine and the Contemporary Poet’s group anthology “Dandelion in a vase of roses”.

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