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Loyalty

A Poem

By Natalie Marie Stefani-RicePublished 5 years ago 2 min read
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I sit in silence, I sit in darkness.

Like an musician tuning his guitar.

Trying desperately to hear your voice.

My eyes are wide, my interest piqued.

You don't know I'm here.

I crawl across the dingy floor,

Across my sea of broken dreams.

I'm waiting for my orders, waiting to see what morning brings.

A writer searching for the words.

Never will you ever see the final draft of anything.

The deepest side of me.

Laying on my belly I lay and wait for your directions.

For you to come and find me.

But I find you standing there.

Like a king upon your throne.

Standing on your stage.

Commandeering your ship in my sea of broken dreams.

Like an artist searching for his muse.

You make the rules and I follow through,

Saying this and saying that.

Your orders are my restitution.

I wait and listen with my deepest breath.

To be the chosen one.

I patiently wait for my turn.

But my turn never comes.

Your chambermaid I have become and I slither in and out of your darkness.

Closer to your voice I move, much deeper I am in.

I hear the subtle whispers and I'm afraid you're not alone.

Deep within my tenderness are the hours that we invested.

Hours in which I gave to you the best I had to give.

But in despair, I hear you whisper now those things I used to hear.

Closely now I listen well and I can hear you speak.

My belly aches, my knees grown weak.

And once again you betray the heart that you've been given.

She whispers back, your name I hear,

There is no doubt, her words are clear.

Some things can't be forgiven.

No longer can I allow this place to be my institution.

Before you are aware that that I am there.

I create my path; my immediate resolution.

Within a heartbeat's time I slither back.

Back to familiar ground, I'm right on track.

But images get the best of me, notions go round and round.

Today I chose to be the one who will walk away with pride.

Dignity and integrity will dance the nights last dance.

For no one wins when conspiracy has been given a half of chance.

I stand up tall, dust of my jeans and with a newfound grace I keep my stride.

I can't look back to the place where part of me has died.

There's no one here to help me clean up this blasted mess.

There's nothing for me there and I refuse to cry.

My lonely soul and broken heart, your kisses I will miss.

I believe in a kinder love.

And i remind myself of make believe.

When there is no loyalty, love won't stand a chance.

It takes two to make some dreams come true.

Believe in me and I will believe in you.

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About the Creator

Natalie Marie Stefani-Rice

So please grant me peace from the demons I see. They crowd me and stalk me and won't let me be.

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