Longing, Despair, Pain

Bud Young

Fingers contorted

your hair.... not here


Hands cold and shaking

your hand.... not here


Arms lifeless, heavy as lead

longing to hold

you... not here


Eyes won't open

to see you... not here


Teeth grinding

Guts twisting

Blood bursting

Wound in my heart, my soul open

Mind racing


Why.... why... why God why

Why did this happen

I did this

She did that

Don't give a crap

End result same


Knees long for the ground

Long to beg for you

Please come back

Please God bring back


Arms spring into the air

Seemingly their own accord

God take me out

You virgin born bastard

This... this...tainted world you created

Hell no worse

This wretched reality


Curling up in a ball

Why must I reopen

This old wound

Why revisit

this longing

this despair

this pain


All that's left

longing, despair, pain

mental

emotional

physical

spiritual connection

Once shared


All that's left of

something real

something rare

something beautiful

something precious

something worth dying for


Longing, despair, pain

All that's left of you.

Published by Bud Young

I am a father of 2. I am primarily a poet, but I am expanding my abilities to include short stories and devotions. If you would like to know more about me check out the "Being Me" article below.  View profile

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  • Charles B Reynolds6/25/2011

    Very powerful, Bud. I am in awe and inspired. So raw and open and true, the words seem to pour out like the blood oozing across a tiled floor. Wow, I mean . . . wow.

  • Michelle Brovitz6/25/2011

    Great poem, but WHY?

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