Index Poems

Limerence: Blinded

By Sunder

Long gone had the patience and mercy of the higher gods faded in my being—
This SICK and HORRID LIFE I've been living.
SANS my sight; SANS my light; SANS my strength and former power.
Lacking the mercy of this sad, cruel world that I pity.

And all because of a man.

I speak of this as is you—unwavering.
I speak of this as a woman—full of grace.
I speak of this as now a sinner—non compos mentis.

As my plum scratched the surface of yet another world,
creating another dimension,
creating another verse—I stopped.

My hand failed me as it quivered with angst.
I, a neophyte in the hands of human emotion untied
my cravat—the gift of the Divine aristocracy—
Taking it off of my already rashed, frail neck;
in my weakened, fragile fingers;
and unto your own—

The man who romanced me in my era of time
As the Goddess of Time.

I’ve forgotten about you; I thought I had.
But these pathetic sentiments refuse to delight me with success,
Neither will these biological impulses forged by my brother;
For having met you, giving a human immortality.

I hate them.
I hate everything.
I hate you.

Blinded by Limerence as you loved another,
realizing what is in front of me is not a lover,
the times when we were asunder,
gave me the doors to my sonder,
to wonder, wonder, what I discover,
as I woke up from my deepest slumber,
that has always been made to plunder,
from the depths of the Stygian river.

I remembered the thick strokes of the unfortunate pen I threw in enragement.
The pen ne’er broke, it cracked—sounding mere crepitation.
How I got this information, I cannot say for certain,
and much, much more if it were whitened in our purity.
From what I say is the truth I perceive to be true;
That my senses, my sight is no more.

Now being here to ask and ask of you this,
“What was it all for?”