All those days a while ago,
I wondered,
ventured to imagine, yet always wrong
swept in a vacuum overwhelmed
losing control.
All I wanted ever and always
to have you by my side
hold me like you once said
was the only thing you wanted
in the moment
in the moment
so wish we might be there again,
so wish one day we might …
© Scott F Savage 10/2021
In my every word,
when walking down my steps, opening the door,
a glance outside,
I see a scant breath of snow
covering the road,
it’ll all be gone by noon,
but in that moment
I think of you,
and I try to imagine what your similar moment might be.
~
I resign myself to dreams,
the surreal walk in a familiar park,
holding your hand
watching your eyes glaze, ahead
showing me a favorite wooden walkway
into a lush valley
rising above again,
the wood pieces aged,
adds to the nostalgic beauty in the moment,
a time I’m standing near, no with you.
~
I no longer know where I am
good days and bad,
today is one of those horrific ideals,
where there seems little to be happy about.
I don’t wish to bother anyone
with trivial notions that everyone has been asked to
endure, survive, accept, adjust, change, isolate.
~
I sometimes wish I didn’t have to completely forget who I am
in your eyes alone I used to be someone whom I can no longer be.
© Scott F Savage 12/2020
I can feel the silence around me
a steady wind outside whistles free
well beyond my state of mind
life’s normalcy sweet remind.
The world in a panic a lonely
refuge becomes a challenge ably
fought by one with strength –
lead beyond any sorrow’s length
I want a silence I can feel
not a mandate in reveal
I feel my peace is a weep
lost in fallow might I leap
Real tears as I do find words
mark my sadness so absurd.
© Scott F. Savage 3/2020
He could not see
that far beyond
the pain
the angst
the reality of his game
he didn’t want to remember
what it might’ve been like
once the storm had passed
what’s the tragedy of failure
when once
had to find itself
as a growing piece of his own
persona
This human being
felt the strength
of the mystery
held inside all of the sheer
monotony
of the human condition
put to the test of
survival.
He didn’t want
to think about
what would be left behind
only the rest
the peace and quiet
the next solution to
decades long
confusion.
Sleep did seem possible
when now
felt impossible
©️ Scott F Savage 3/2020
I’ve been on a rollercoaster and have just
been thrown off
my world
is gravel and asphalt
the kind that stays attached to you for days,
can’t seem to get it out of my hair,
my mind, my soul,
my heart
is breaking at the notion that the cycle
will go on without me,
the highs and lows,
people with laughter,
people that love
can show each other
without fear,
with no denial,
people will now
see me only
walk
away
in a wander
fighting for what I once believed …
love
© Scott F Savage 2019
You can’t
well, I mean
it isn’t easy to imagine
anything real
when
anything real
when
real lives
matter far beyond
online culture
a world
we seem to rely upon
help bury
our heart
so feeling
no longer matters
an option
always arrives
enough
hideaway the pain
just show up
and stand in line
with everyone else
because they all forget
except when you might rather
remember.
© Scott F Savage 2019
We live these lives,
wishing peace,
we’d rather believe
our hearts
would be honored
in a quiet
less dramatic solitude.
We lived our lives
in a spell
a certain mystique
to test our will
we smiled, we laughed
we loved
such is a special bond.
We knew the danger
we denied
the consequence of
finding happiness
being a stronger pull
than some simple
acceptance.
We stand apart
feel the breeze
of distant memory
left to its own
nostalgic scrutiny,
could we forever
be the last to know.
Now this is an awkward reality
a sorrow spoken I cannot breathe.
Afraid to speak
move
move please
underneath your composure
lives vibrancy
a heart so magical
withdrawn to an instance
moment turns hours.
Failure
always here
knocking
to return your privilege
step off
clearly the density
mystique driven
will offer that path
of least
responsibility.
Appreciate this
inside storms
graying panic of time
although dim sadness
we merit
do not ever forget
that essence
though worrisome
in presence
still
still
we still did know
love.
For now
blood that circulates
seems only a dream
rather the nightmare
be my
partner in bed
an icy retreat.
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