. Poetry from The Great In-Between: If Breaking Up was a Monologue

Friday, April 15, 2022

If Breaking Up was a Monologue

 



Press Play. Salute.


(A lone voice whispers in the dark at 3 am)


I'll never kneel to pray no more 


Because I won't idolise anyone this way


 Anymore


I can't hold back my souvenirs of fears any longer


Though my tears still stain this grey uniform 


I restfully wear


As I continuously look for a new sanctuary to rest


So my soul can repair


I've got to take all those heartfelt condemnations


With me


For with you 

I've smiled, shouted and screamed in joy 


To last for a thousand years


Constantly pushed to live the illuminated man's


Hidden underground dream



But what I wouldn't do now


Just to be with you



I know I must neglect all those painful memories


And try to go on and find the resilience I need


To let you go free


Just like a midnight lantern


Filled with good wishes and introduced into a New Year's Eve


Transformational sky

To fly so high



I know I need to step away and shut that badly worn door


And let my existence go on like Adam


Who once loved Lilith Prior to Eve


Before they went outside the Greatest of All Gardens 


And all his first love for her


He silently always grieved


Would we be better off 


If I had pulled all my barriers down


And let you in so totally


To climb in all my hidden tributaries, and swim


Maybe, but I reckon we'll never know


So I'll let go of my metaphysical claim on you


As you must do me


But you may call down someday in the near future unknown



In the falling rain or snow


For this painful love we once beautifully shared


Will keep us safe throughout the blinding of the heart


The silence in the mind


For this love we once experienced in the darkness 


Beyond the light at midnight


Will go through a new phase of rediscovering


Rewriting our tragic love story 


Like a modern-day Fyodor Dostoevsky


For humanity is sometimes incredibly


And intensely in love with all forms of suffering


And love in action is occasionally a brutal and tragic commodity


Whenever and forever described in relation to true love


As if in poetry or wishful dreams


For a love of any kind is never low key as it seems.........



Copyright John Duffy 





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