I Am Returning To You.
August 30, 2012
I Am Returning To You.
I am returning to you,
with all of my heart,
with all that I am,
with everything.
I am turning to you.
I am returning to you.
I am returning to you,
you have always been on my mind,
and have never drifted far away,
from the complicated space that is my mind.
I am turning to you.
I am returning to you.
I am returning to you,
because I remember when I first fell in love,
with you, your kindness, your beauty.
and for a moment I felt that again.
I am turning to you.
I am returning to you.
I am returning to you,
for my soul longs for your arms,
to be wrapped round tightly, never letting go,
comforting, consoling, loving.
I am turning to you.
I am returning to you.
I am returning to you,
for when the blackest clouds closed in,
there was nothing to see or feel,
but learning to live again is happening.
I am turning to you.
I am returning to you.
I am returning to you,
for even when I screamed profanities at you,
still your remained there,
never did you go anywhere.
I am turning to you.
I am returning to you.
I am returning to you,
make me into what you want,
help me to live a life,
that means something to someone, to you.
I am turning to you.
I am returning to you.
© Fragmentz
a short poem by fragz
January 8, 2011
The below is a poem I have had on the go for many months now. I keep coming back to it, time and time again, to ‘complete’ and yet, every time I do, or every time inspiration has hit, and I think ooh that be part of that poem, by the time I’ve got to write down the thoughts, they’ve gone. So I have concluded that maybe the poem is meant to be unfinished, and there for complete as it is.
The blink of her eyes, the teardrops fall,
as the tired body crumples up against the wall,
no one and nothing to stand her upright
on to the floor she goes, losing her fight
The feeling is extreme, rushing through her veins,
Never before has she felt such pain,
In the middle of the night, when silence is all around,
Who is there to cry out to?
