break uneven over blistered flesh.
Acidic juices drip down around empty promises.
Sweet turns sour,
signals final hour.
Wind stops blowing.
Endless groaning
cracks the strongest resolve.
In silence, truth reveals pain.
The tortured, wanting soul
refuses satisfaction
for wanting never knows an end. Even within
the sea of excess emotion, the needy swim with ease,
ignoring abscess within that festers
in the fight for body, mind, and soul.
K(no)w the craving never ends,
never bends.
It only breaks,
for expectation wounds us all
in the end.
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Whew, this is a tight and powerful poem. "Expectation wounds us all in the end." Yes....I suppose it really does!
ReplyDeleteWow, reading this poem is a visceral experience! I especially love:
ReplyDeleteThe tortured, wanting soul
refuses satisfaction
for wanting never knows an end.
A wonderful write - thank you for sharing it!
This is really good writing!
ReplyDelete"In silence, truth reveals pain" - this was one powerful line. Great work here!
ReplyDeleteIn silence , truth reveals pain ...Excellent, Lori.
ReplyDeleteThis is so visceral, my mind feels sticky with the residue of your words. I've felt such monumental wounds, such desperate frustrations and pain...it sucks...and you tell it so well.
ReplyDeleteGene
Wow, the last stanza was very powerful close ~ Great layers here of the tortured soul ~
ReplyDeleteNice to see you Lori ~
Grace
expectation hounds us all in the end...ugh isnt that the truth...and no there is no end either...unless you jump off the train...smiles....nicely done ma'am
ReplyDeleteExpectation - comparison - so difficult. Yes. You describe the issues so well. Thanks. k.
ReplyDeleteyes, this is one of the lessons i have learned in life, expectation is rarely your friend.
ReplyDeletethis is full of truth, and deeply felt.
Dark. Yes desire. Beth Winter has an open book discussion on Facebook on Osho's book "When the Shoe Fits" that talks about overcoming expectations and living in the moment. PDF available for download. You should join the discussion.
ReplyDeleteexpectations wound us all...so very true...it puts the other and ourselves under pressure and keeps us from seeing the good things they do and how they really are...it's one of my fav themes...letting go..not easy but worth it.. tightly penned lori..
ReplyDeleteawesome write Lori. Love the bite in many of these lines. the needy swim with ease, just love this line and the possibilities it presents. Really nicely done. Thanks
ReplyDelete...i like your line 'bout sea of excess emotion... and yes... expectation don't just wound but also kills us in the end... live a life free of any expectation and you don't just live... you create a living that is sound... sound... and sound... haha.. life's only simple... if we know how to follow 4 steps - live, run, sleep & trust..... smiles...
ReplyDelete'for expectation wounds us all
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My husband and I have been talking about this.
Because we don't know, we think and that causes us difficulty. Instead of only looking to die to me and listen, follow. So easy yet so terribly difficult that we/me has to go through times of hardship before I learn a slight bit of this.
ReplyDeletehey Lori
certainly a piece that gets us thinking
on the nature of expectation . . . which is a V good thing, for sure . . . i dont like to be proved wrong, so expect the worst:D
. . . then if i am proved wrong by something good happening - YAY! i am offically a base coverer :D
"The tortured, wanting soul
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for wanting never knows an end."...powerful truths.
Went all deep and hard hitting here, such pain can sure cause a um pain in my rear haha great write.
ReplyDeleteHi Lori,
ReplyDeleteStopping in. Your poem is thought-provoking and expresses raw emotions. Thank you for opening up to us.
Jennifer Dougan
www.jenniferdougan.com
Feeling the burn of the acidic juices dripping on those open, empty promises. Nice play on k(no)w too. How do you dig to this part in your head and make all of your poetry come together like it does?
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