The Stern Guest

by Sunshine   May 8, 2020


..as more mornings continue to vigorously crack the night
the little things resting on the edge of dust unfold too.
Your silence, unfazed by my fears nor broken by my heartache
is just as telling, is just as deep as your still sad eyes.
You were the lost guest who always knew my arms are open
while I, an unwelcome thief ceaselessly in doubt of you,
stealing warmth from abstract dreams before I flee adrift.
My love for you has been conceptual, but truly tangible
it has been notional and in constant rejection of reality;
I never trusted your emotions while you swept me off my feet.
After all perceptions have been changed and concepts went vivid
you paint my senses with allegories you never believed in before.
I act like I'm deaf, trying not to listen and locking this rusty door
but your colors are so moving that creaks sneak into my ears
they speak volumes to my tiny world as I hide away in poor sleep
they speak to me artfully, and I forcefully grasp every metaphor
without you soothing my fearful heart, not even with a single word.

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  • 4 years ago

    by Violet Raven

    The narration in this is an excellent showcase to show people how you can write two different people's side of a story. You are really good at this for what I've seen of your poetry.

    In my mind from what i have read there are two halves to the poem itself. The first half is about this person whom you loved and their point of view. A person who you let into your life and had a fear of. Your descriptions are wonderfully written because this person became an unwelcome guest in your life and they seem to have been a cold, almost spacey, unflinching person. It also feels like you blamed yourself for the person they became.

    But the second half of the poem you woke up so to speak and you got away. It's almost like a retrospective of your past life. You realize that this person was not good for you and now that you have left you are starting to heal. But in that healing there is pain. The pain of moving on. I understand this poem all too well.

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