About the Poem

"What Is This? " was written in a moment when I knew I was losing the very most important thing in my life.

Two people meeting on the internet, and then in person, facing challenges of medical hardships. Something that quickly became friendship, and so much more. Someone I came to trust and love like I had never before.

But still my best friend's getting closer to death and leaving me waiting to hear from him or see him more, brought about feelings of insecurity and disappointment as well as anger for not being there when I needed him. I knew that no matter how ill I was I could find a way to communicate with my very best friend, and I couldn't understand how his absences only brought excuses of illness. I would be there through his mood changing illness, I would understand and be there, but had to do so cautiously of a forbidden love.

How could I care so much for someone who was so cold at times? Was it the brief moments that were filling our days and nights initially with unspeakable caring and passion? Those moments were disappearing and it seemed so was the mutual concern. I was supposed to back away and I did. I wasn't supposed to drown him with all that I cared for him. I was just supposed to respond to his moods and his questions and trust that he still loved me as he had once said he did. And I could because he was not just someone I loved, but he was my best friend. Just knowing he was there brightened my day, and made me forget my own problems but my own health took my patience away for tolerating his absence and he couldn't seem to understand that.

Now he's gone with best wishes for what's left of our lives and still I can't help but question how can I still love this person so very much? What is this? Is THIS love?

What Is This?

by Stace

The face of disappointment reflects back from a blank screen,
Faded memories of a love that I had once before seen,
Foolish yes, foolish no, never really sure where this person wants to go.

I've given my best, I've given my all, and yet in return my heart's left
to
Fall.
A whim and on grace, it's torn from this place that I've hidden before.
I can't touch it, can't see it, but please still believe it?
What trusts must I be burdened to hold, while my heart grows so cold?
No hint of desire, no thoughts to conspire my reverence is forced to
behold.

Not captive, not free, what place would this be? Not heaven, not earth,
not
joy and not mirth,
Sheer terror, and dread whirl 'round in my head.
No warm comforting kisses, no "I love you", no "I miss's"
Just bleed me, and lead me around on this string,
No consequences, no regrets, no thoughts of effects,
Nothing, but fading into shadowy absences.
What life is this? What place is this? What feeling is THIS that you
share?
How do you dare?

You dictate my words, the things that you've heard, the choice of my
voice,
and Yes, my love
What right have you? Whose words have commanded from above?
Who are you? What are you? Incomprehensibly, the one I love.

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13 Visitor Comments

dusty

i really like this vote it is realyy touching adn it tell what people realy go throw on a nomal bacie i wish i could write something like this(:

Marjorie

I loved this poem could relate so much to it. I could feel the pain and the love, as well as the lose. Thank you for sharing your poem.

stacy

Your poem is beautiful,i am going through the same feelings that u once felt and it makes me feel better that i am not alone.

sakura-chan

ur poems great,felings deep in ur heart and soul are put through in dis poem its very nice,ur not alone=D

Lauren

i loved ur poem it made me realize that eventhough he doesnt love me, i do love him, he tells me night after night that he wants me, but yet he wont have me, i dont know how long i can love him and not get anything in return, your poem was great.

Kim

I understand your poem well and for me it is the exact opposite. i am the one that has been holding back on loving him. even though i love him deep in my heart. So your poem. has helped me understand that i need to show him my feelings for him and i shall no longer. hold back from him

April

Very beautiful. I loved the depth that you brought your feelings to life.

Robert

Your poem moved me i could feel the hurt and sorrowing you were going though. This a great poem and I am glade you wrote it.

Ker

I found this poem chilling.because you and I could be in love with the same person. He treats me much as your man does, and to read this and see myself is disturbing. If you ever find out how to let go, how to stop loving, please let me know? Best of wishes.

Jessica

I really Really REALLY liked this work...I stumble through the same problem, but not exactly the same and all of our hardships are hard i am sure. this poem really spoke to me just to remember i'm not alone in the wee world. And everytime i don't get an e-mail don't get anything to remember this poem and remember i am not alone. But it still doesn't give me many answers i still feel like nothing will change not even if i sent him this poem would he see what he is doing to me...

Kim

This poem is so very deep. I understand so much of what you are saying....It's amazing how you can read poetry of another author and it relates so much of what you are going through at the time. You did an awesome job.....:o)

Mabel

it's one good poem

David

One of my greatest fears is to lose a cyber love, not having the closeness of a family member to relate the loss to, we feel we are alone and different because we find our soulmates and loves online. Our bodies are electrified is it a scary reality that our true connections on earth are made through actual vibes rather than our senses.

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