He's Gone

Going…
Going…
He’s gone.

hehe

There is dust on my guitar
(not his fault).
I wipe it off,
strum a chord,
shut the door
and slide the bolt.

I’ll build a world of my own
that only friends can share.
There’ll be candlelit baths.
lots of hugs
and self-satisfied contentment there.

Sorry if I’m not broken-hearted.
I could pretend for his ego
but I am not his, ergo
I have no need
to pander
to his self greed

My solitude is crowded
with friends and song and mirth,
with wild and loony dances,
with passionate emergence into
my lusty lovely self.

About This Poem

Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back

Editing Stage: Editing - rough draft

About the Author

Region, Country: Australia, AUS

Favorite Poets: 2pac, Hecate (Aussie female punk band), Bukowskie, The Romantics, Shakespeare

Comments

IRiz

7 years 1 month ago

I like it.

I like it.
The beginning is visual. It sounds like a shutting of the door.
The ending is wild and out of control, like feelings of freedom and hurt.

aeron maccloud

7 years 1 month ago

thanks Iriz

do you relate to it?

IRiz

7 years 1 month ago

I've read some of your works here Iriz

and like them but they all seem to be about nature and... well they are deep and beautiful but I don't know how to comment cos I don't really relate.
That's why I asked.
I think maybe its something missing in me.

IRiz

7 years 1 month ago

People are different and go

People are different and go through different phases, so don't worry you don't miss anything, it is just you focus on relationship to people more. I am tired of grief and hustle and create a different world in my poems, the world where one can simply be in balance with self and with nature.

aeron maccloud

7 years 1 month ago

Whatever I'm doing

I always feel I'm missing something else!

raj

7 years 1 month ago

Hi Aeron

the mood of your poem...rather a song is vividly expressed...it gives to me a sense of carefree malevolence...i liked the feel and texture of your poem....
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