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Reclaimed V2.0

By Alex TorresPublished about 6 hours ago 1 min read
Reclaimed V2.0
Photo by Europeana on Unsplash

-*-

Well, you are correct,

I lustily called for you,

When I was at the bottom

And couldn't handle the truth.

-*-

When my pain was unbeaten

And the end came about

I pierced crying your name

Like an old-time devout.

-*-

But you took your time,

To walk up towards me;

And while I was waiting

I weighed down on my knees.

-*-

She took shape in my mind

And her warmth fought the cold

Gave redress to my cravings

Lending arms; taking hold.

-*-

I'm far better by now, after talking to her,

I was crying from the pain, impuissant to defer.

She extended her hand and replevied my soul

When my brain was morose, and my zest paid the toll.

-*-

Well, you are correct,

I lustily called for you,

When I was yelling out loud,

Trampling glass with no shoes.

-*-

I caught sight of your gate

And the path had my name

I took the key and sat down

This was no longer a game.

-*-

But you took your time,

To crop up towards me;

All that waiting is over,

I'm no longer in need.

-*-

She softly gave me the push

And planted a goal in my view

I came back with a purpose

No more leeway for you.

-*-

I'm far better by now after talking to her,

I was crying from the pain, impuissant to defer.

She extended her hand and replevied my soul

When my brain was morose, and my greed paid the toll.

-*-

Well, you are correct,

I lustily called for you;

But now I'm reclaimed,

That's the apodictic truth.

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About the Creator

Alex Torres

Started writing short stories back in 1988 at work, when I had an empty page to fill for the employee's internal magazine. Taking the pen again after a 30 year-long hiatus, exploring where it takes me this time.

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  • Komalabout an hour ago

    Oohh, this is so intense! I kinda love when someone goes from begging at the door to realizing they built their own key. Also “trampling glass with no shoes” is wild. That line hurt me a little. ✨

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