Here
in the dream level
most like drowning
the id holds court
our darkest secrets
play out
in the false light
of veiled memory
recollections of fantasies
intersect our nightmares
drawing us
onto the plane of shadows
through the lair of the lost
into the realm
of the almost familiar
where everything lives
at the edge of clarity
unmade promises
teeter precariously
on the tips
of rigor’d tongues
and hearts break
under weight
of unexpressed love
a sorrow
impossible as
breathing underwater
it is here
I forsook forever
that which
I never found
forgiveness
*
rob kistner © 2023
Poetry at: The Sunday Muse
A shorter piece for you Rob, but potent and powerful indeed. Wonderful and it jars both the heart and mind at once!
Thank you Carrie… 🙂 having a rough week, so I kept it simple.
Gorgeous evocation of dreaming and memory.
You are most kind Chrissa, thank you my fridnd… 🙂
“Hearts break under the weight of unexpressed love” and the search for forgiveness – wonderfully written, Rob.
Thank you Sherry… 🙂 Heavy is the heart of the unrequited my friend…
Gasping for a breath of forgiveness here!
Aren’t we all my friend… 🙂
This is a dreamlike and dreamy poem, I love it. (you are correct about heartbreak)
Thank you Helen. That’s that dark guy that lives inside me again Helen. He was frequently front and center during my years as a lead singer. My stage persona was like a less emotionally disturbed Morrison. Darkly intense, the way Peter Gabriel could be, especially his 1977 to 1985 period — after Genesis.