november poem

november poem,

beautiful as the words written

november poem left me in favour

yet leaving me empty, and running to the wishing well

i find the desiring for more growing day by day

but never getting anything more than an image of what was

november poem,

passion bleeds into the pain that grips, and reality slips

and in a momentary lapse of time, you may have escaped my conviction –

happy birthday, this is my new year

another year added, and another year passed

the dream that was real, suddenly went away

and the that tears that keep falling, make me stronger – exit stage right

but you lingered and i find you past the point of no return

my body numb, my mind feeling trapped

all in a game that i couldn’t even win

too far to go back, too close to quit on these foreshadows

november poem,

passion bleeds into the pain that grips, and reality slips

and in a momentary lapse of time, you may have escaped my conviction –

you make it impossible not to think of you

november poem

on the thin door of my core , the hurt quickly comes knocking back

and i still find myself standing in the pool of consequences

i went and fucked it all up, you and me, something we never had

ship wrecked, leaving me picking up all pieces, where does all the time go?

the winds whipped them all around, and all that made sense, didn’t.

every memory and every thought scatter like falling autumn leaves

november poem,

passion bleeds into the pain that grips, and reality slips

and in a momentary lapse of time, you may have escaped my conviction –

you locked me up, and threw away the key, oh –

november poem

november poem,

passion bleeds into the pain that grips, and reality slips

and in a momentary lapse of time, you may have escaped my conviction –

you locked me up, and threw away the key, oh –

november poem

c. november 2013 bgw

bradford graham west