I found a lifeline in you, glass of wine
And I gave my blood to you
But my heart is on loan from a long time ago
To the man that made me surrender to you
If it were up to me I'd be rid of it all
But I just can't release
My grip from him or the bottle
Though both become empty, they tease
Persisting to provoke, always present
But fleeting and leaving a trail as a token
Of tears and red drops that are Hell-bent
On reminding me that all that's left is false hope indefinite
Argentine, your words taste of bitterness, but fill my glass full- with richness and wanting... Emptiness is second rated... I consume your words... feast on their taste... And I am full. -Great Write! ; -) -Kelly.
This poem is really well written and I enjoyed the imagery and the emotion is really strong... Keep up the great work. -MP
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Feelings conveyed in this poem are heartfelt, so pure. The bottle and the beau, both seemingly present, but actually: ' 'fleeting and leaving a trail as a token Of tears and red drops that are Hell-bent On reminding me that all that's left is false hope indefinite' A heartfelt perception. The title 'Empty Presence' is so full.....of void feelings!