I have played sad songs
And lively ones but none
can come up to the song
that pierces my heart
and make my days seem long.
Let me cry to fulfillment
I like to feel searing pain
from rejection that tears
my heart away from my soul
shatters the core of my being.
You are not real, I presume
my heart is not whole
my brain has stopped working
all have stopped functioning
since I lost memories of you.
Yes, I deny it - that you inhabit
the hidden recesses where
beauty and hope dwell
where the waves lap incessantly
and retreats placidly to shore.
You are a ghost fleeting
the story of my life retreats
when they encounter you
and my fingers are numb
from my incessant playing...
Doris Cornago
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/hidden-recesses/
