All Good Stories

I didn't know that gnawing pain
still slithered around
down deep in these bowels.

I had no idea
at this age
I'd find desire
so strong
and loud,

as to keep me up at night
and color these waking moments
such that yet again would walk
the teenage clumsy heart
I long ago snuffed out.

Someday I'll be thankful
for the taste
of that glowing ache again
after all these years
and the walls they built,

though I
am not there
yet.

• On Thursday, January 3, 2008, glasshouse (697) wrote:
  
  Wow. I absolutely loved this. I am.... stunned. *favs* I will come back and reread this. Often, I'd say. --Jes
  
  
• On Sunday, October 14, 2007, Mari (529) wrote:
  
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• On Friday, September 21, 2007, The Zebra Warrior (2209) wrote:
  
  like the crabby meets the earnest; an odd mirror moment; a reflection in the well. Hopefully the poem will age well...a good wistful tinged slant
  
  
• On Thursday, September 20, 2007, mysticventures (554) wrote:
  
  this I liked much - well versed
  
  
• On Wednesday, September 19, 2007, saintedmad (1424) wrote:
  
  nothing is so elegant or haunting as the breaking/tearing down of walls; only the rarest and truest of people can do that to you. ..
  
  
• A former member wrote: excellent...to rediscover a feeling, or a fleeting emotion, you long ago thought forgotten and worn-out by time, is a beautiful thing. I love the ending of this. ~*Beth*~