Bella Lane · Poetry

Worth It

I could barely make him out but there he was

I started walking toward the figure slowly

He was surrounded by darkness
and I wanted to be ever nearer
Though I could not make out his face
I could feel him in my bones

He connected with me
With my soul
I’ve been longing for that feeling
For years

Slowly I made my way
So slowly

I wanted to quicken my pace
The earth would not allow it
My legs were so heavy

Slowly I inched nearer
Until he was there

He reached out with his right hand
Placed it on my shoulder
I could feel the warmth
The gentleness of his touch
Softly his hand ran down my arm

Suddenly a shard of glass
He placed upon my forearm

I stood there staring into his eyes
Full of lust and longing

He dragged the shard down so deep
My blood began to run
I couldn’t break from his gaze

He knew me
He knew my heart

And I knew
I knew I would not survive him

I couldn’t break from his gaze
Those dark eyes
So warm

I collapsed then
Staring up into the darkness
Nothing was left of me now

But I would go to him again
If I could


3 thoughts on “Worth It

  1. A beautiful illustration of emotions and imagery. The vividness of the splendid imagery crafted by your wonderful words truly is magnificent. Thanks for sharing such a beautiful post! According to your convenience please do read some of my writings would love to know what you think about them 😊


      1. Thank you for respecting my request, please feel free to explore any of my writings whenever you feel like 😊


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