(reposted to clarify)
Another attempt at poetry. I can't rhyme to save my life, so it's a free verse poem.
I really enjoyed writing this piece and would greatly appreciate it if you let me know what you thought of it.
To clarify who the speaker is…I originally intended it to be Starfire, but it really is open to interpretation. And without further ado, here is the poem…
What Sweet Words You Utter
What sweet words you utter to her
In the midst of the nights
When the two of you are alone
Beneath a dazzling sky of orbs.
What beautiful promises you make
To always be a supporting friend,
To love her always,
To never divulge to anyone
The complete ecstasy of the relation.
If she was not my best friend
When I was yet among the world of the living,
I would feel perchance,
Sparks of vibrant, fierce jealousy,
But she is deserving of you
And I admit to that in sorrow.
I should no longer care,
No longer linger upon this land,
Where I have been nearly forgotten,
A mere wisp of a long faded memory.
There is such glorious joy where I am now,
Bountiful beauty that even surpasses my former home's…
There is always an occasion to rejoice,
An elixir to the pain of the past…
Yet my heart still lingers near,
And I steal a visit away
To see you now and again.
You used to sense my presence,
When the wounds were still fresh.
A quickened heart rate,
A tightened gasp of breath,
An eager glimpse around.
As you lay sobbing alone
Hidden away from the world,
How greatly I wished to console you,
To place a comforting hand upon your shoulder
To reassure you that I am in well being
And undamaged,
But I am of the silenced-
Eternally forbidden to speak to the living.
So in silence,
I watched you release your sorrow.
What sweet words you used to utter
At my burial ground
As you adorned the earth
With lovely flowers,
That were mostly dead.
Through the odd hours of the night,
You would visit "me"
When the loneliness grew too bitter…
"Console me, speak" you begged of me to
When a telling wind blew across your cape,
The temptation was great,
But I resisted,
Painfully as I again, watched in silence.
I apologize, my dear friend,
For dying that day-
But you were saved,
And that is all that matters.
A harrowing cry as you yelled out my name
As I took the pain that would have obliterated
Your fragile body…
But now, your visits are less frequent,
Your talks with me
Have thus shortened,
You are in love with another,
And I believe
That I am forgotten.
The pining for what once was
Has never been greater,
As your newfound love
Grows deep, rich, and ripe
Into a connection of the souls.
May you live long,
And prosperous,
For I wish not to avenge…
I wish that now, only,
That you would attempt to console me,
But alas,
That is forbidden as well.