Warm pools of carmine eyes burn like flames by my side
Pitying my condition, hopeful for my recovery from this solitude
She hugs me all the tighter in a gentle, loving embrace

Snatching me back from ill thoughts in my mind, so corrupted
Soothing words spill meaningfully into my ears so softly;
Her breath blowing in my ear like the gentle breeze of autumn winds

I will not hear her melody
For I am deaf.

Thrashing in the shallow waves of my self-created dark abyss;
Disconnected from the world
A mind lost to rot and decay
Perverted past belief

Images dance before my eyes, swirling with color;
Hope and love only an arm’s reach away,
I see it in her dim, sad, smiling reflection
My unseeing eyes ignore her,
Dwelling on my dreams of dark past times

I will not watch the healing actions of a lover
For I am blind.

Aching in my body ensues from misuse and poor treatment
Needles dig into my side mercilessly
Only to vanish at her touch, miraculous in its coming

Broken and immobile from beatings so severe
My body moves slowly under the support of a firm comradeship
Her true love etched in me
Urging my self to move

I will not walk
For I am incapacitated

Useless is my presence;
Her tears of pity and grief wash over my cheek
Covering soft kisses previously distributed

Empty in mind
My thoughts of her are for lust and pleasure;
She gives to me what I want, yet from love
A concept yet unlearned in me

Crying out my name in fear
She calls in the dark of the night;
Separated and alone from the one who she loves

I am deaf, I am blind;
I do not see her in my cruelty
I do not listen to the cries of agony that pour from her mouth

I cannot move save in my dreams,
Dreams so vile and so worthy of contempt
For my body does not listen to my prayers
Of a desire to live free from this ghost of a shell as I

Crippled as I am in mind and in spirit
My conscience exists in the recesses of the shadows
She hovers over me day and night in caring gestures
Keeping me erect;
Giving me hope for renewal

Watching, seeing, moving in place of me;
Though my heart belongs to only myself
Her eyes are for me; basking in my image
Despite the gruesome bag of flesh in existence on my outside

Every movement she makes
Is for my shattered corpse
The gift of a new body
Hovering close like the herald of day

I am swimming now, in the warmth of her touch
Strong against the turbulent waters
Her force pushes me away from the brink of despair;
Away from the sin and chaos that was me

Clinging to her now for fear of being caught adrift again
My tears wash over her body in remorse and
Realization of what I had become

Death hangs on a thread
And if this is to be the end
Of my life in this world
I shall wish for nothing more...

Than to return the love she gave to me
My Savior in the darkness
As beautiful as an angel
For she was always at my side
In life and in death.

Wow! I'm stunned. This poem is a big improvement from you. It is so descriptive, full of passion, and yet, in all that descriptiveness and expressions about the feelings, we can see the simple scenery. Someone dying, while his lover is beside.

Though, I must say, I found it quite funny how you wrote the poem from a guy's perspective.

It's really impressive. Keep it up!

Haha, yeah, I usually always write my poetry from a guy’s perspective (and sometimes my novel writing as well), though I know not why. It’s easier, if that makes sense. Not to imply guys are somehow less complex (or the general gist of =p), but I’ve always done it that way >.o I dunno. But anyway, thank you for the comments, Gelmar. I’m glad you enjoyed it =).

I think by the point I finished up the fourth stanza, I was convinced this was one of your most vivid and accomplished pieces I'd come across, haha. Bravo. I admire how you ceaselessly drift from somber to hopeful here, and progressively. In a sense, the focus on the narrator's appearance nearing the end seems confessional, if not brutally honest.

Once again, well done =]