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Have you felt nirvana in the arms of another,
Falling so deeply, you mesh into one?
Have you seen the devil in the eyes of a lover,
seeing into your core, while they’re coming undone.
Did you notice the void, while flesh intertwined,
lost completely, yet knowing that he was far gone?
Did it take you forever, to spin out of control,
Body limp and exhausted and with no place to run?
Did you ever believe that he had beaten the demons?
Or were finally relieved when he took out the gun?
Copyright ©2008 Veronica Romm
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WOW Veronica this is fantastic!!! Taking ones life is such a solitude reaction that when it does occur we all seem so confused. But the one who does must be sure of their own decision? Hard one to swallow.
Wow, I am blown away. Talk about a look inside…
This poem was written this morning, the same way I write most other poem, the idea comes and then its done. i often think of them in the shower.
This is another lovely post about love..but love is a tragedy that ends in suicide.. sometimes when love becomes the center of life, everything else pushed behind, life loses its logic and love becomes the driving force , the brain stops functioning and paralyzes thinking.Obsessed with failure ..there’s no interest to go on ..then to end the bitterness that follows they choose ending life itself. This happens when the involvement is too much but there’s no way to unite in love. Love is magical. Love is mesmerizing. But love can also lead to suicide.. This song is ringing in my ears..Song Lyrics
I get poems in the shower– annoys the hell out of me. Perhaps we should put our heads together and invent an erasable waterproof chalkboard and market it to showering poets.
Then maybe we could invent a way to record dreams so we writers wouldn’t wake at 2 AM to write them down.
This is really good. I’m imaging you talking to Courtney Love re Kurt Cobain, but it could refer to a lot of relationships. Anyway, LOVE is something that no one will ever understand completely and SUICIDE is something near and dear to me as a psychiatrist (I try to prevent it, but in 2 cases over 14 years, my best efforts could not prevent it). I understand suicide, but I don’t really understand it because I’ve never been there, so to speak, personally. My view is if you love someone (even a pet) you would never end your life, thereby taking it away from those you love/ those who love you. But add a little drugs, alcohol, firearms- all bets are off.
Nice poem.
This was incredibly stirring and creepy, and only a first draft? You astound me
WOW!
Dark poem with an interesting story. The suicidal lovers rip out your heart without a care. Nicely written.
thank you for share this. a good poem
Interesting – although maybe I don’t get it…
This poem seems more about the way a partner might ask themselves, “Where am I – Who am I, when he is inside of me?”…than about actual suicide…
Other questions that occur to me from reading this poem – which I very much liked by the way…
Is there still a “me” when I am in the mesh…?
If I can see the devil in him – I wonder if he can see the devil in me…?
And it occurs to me…if you notice the void, then maybe you are not completely lost…
There is more, but perhaps I have taken too much space already…
The line that crushes me – that makes me sad for all of us is, “Or were finally relieved when he took out the gun?
Damn, that just takes the wind out of me, which ain’t easy.
Thank You
Poetman
I still love it but don’t worry I’ll not use my gun.
Another great writing experience, thanks for sharing your talent.
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