Seeking Solace
I miss the feeling of being in love.
It has been too long since my heart soared.
My lips are dry and chapped,
longing for the sweet kiss
from a woman
who can bring some moisture into my world.
I miss the genuine earnestness of pillow talk,
of having someone I trust beside me
to confide in, and to whom I can offer my ready ear
when she needs a shoulder to lean on.
My thoughts are tired and lazy,
lost in the idle twists and turns
of my own lonely consciousness.
I miss the innocence of romance,
the electricity of fingertip caresses,
the comfort of companionship,
and the primal energy of a burgeoning relationship.
My emotions are ragged and torn,
seeking the solace
of a merciful angel
who can sew my spirit back into whole cloth.
I miss the feeling of being in love.
It has been too long since my heart was full.
Resistance to Help
These burdens
just bore me
while guilt hangs heavy
in a crucified mind
lingering over memories
that never seem to rise
enough to escape the pressure
This truth
is too poignant
for a heart so stagnant
in a broken moment
holding steady in the mud
that swallows lifeless limbs
until muck is up to the neck
This sky
is black cancer
on a Sunday Hallelujah
with the chaos whispering
tiny little lies
into weathered forsaken ears
about the next fall
that cannot be escaped
Your new wave
crashes too hard
when I’m not ready
to swim the full distance
back to a steady shore
even though the siren calls
with all her love
to try and wake me up
Bio:
Scott Thomas Outlar spends the hours flowing and fluxing with the tide of the Tao River while laughing at and/or weeping over life’s existential nature. His words have appeared recently in venues such as Clockwise Cat, Oddball Magazine, Calliope Magazine, Tuck Magazine, Dissident Voice, and The First Line. Links to his published works can be found at 17numa.wordpress.com.
