Treasure Island

Me, Myself and I

(12 october 1974)

Humming Bird


The clock strikes the hour and again I recite your name,
I know where I am now, but I know that I’m far from safe,
I rollover and reach for the phone, listening to your voicemail once again,
Lying here I listen, and choke down your words,
I hear you voice but I cannot speak,
As these words inside just can’t be spoken,
A secret once sworn with death, and a deal that was made that cannot be broken,
An undisclosed script spoken so quiet a humming bird would not dare whisper,
Its wings beating so fast and true… much like the love I have left for you,
But as it is taught within darkness, unforgiveness can cast a dark shadow,
I’ve tried to shake it, but it knows my plans, my every move,
Branded from birth this shadow continues to follow me, chanting my name,
Damn…Maybe I’ll just move away,
The phone rings again, and I feel stupid,
I try to push you away, but again you don’t heed my warning,
Conflicting emotions erupt from deep within my consciousness,
As you are the most beautiful thing that has ever cast its eyes upon me,
I hate it, but you continue to step so deep inside my bubble,
Speaking into my life,
Blindsiding me on every level,
Forcing me to see life,
Reaching inside of my body and taking my heart in your hands,
Never once are you afraid to step inside this madness,
The insults, the anger, and the resentment,
I throw them upon you like molten lava,
Yet you still continue to bare yourself to me,

Exposing yourself, and showing me your weakness,
Wishing me to strike,
But your smile melts away every inconceivable defence that I have left,
Your continued touch forever reminds me, that my humming bird is here,

My protective, my shield, and my saviour,
These tears that I pocket, I save them for you,
A forgotten love,
As someday maybe, I can just about afford you.

Humming Bird.
A poem by Me Myself and I

Submitted: Saturday, March 29, 2014
Edited: Thursday, April 03, 2014

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  • Guess Who (9/1/2014 3:09:00 PM)

    I really liked your poem here, Loved the flow of ideas in the poem.... just loved what you wrote....
    Keep the good work up.... you've got the talent
    P.S: Me Myself & I very beautiful i like it
    Good luck
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