Raw Earth Ink
spit, mixed with dirt – muddy words flow
Overtaken
Loneliness overtakes my mind
Reaching its tendrils of longing
Deep inside my heart
You’re right there
So close
And yet impossibly far away
I look at you
And my soul feels complete
I read your words
And I am bound more closely to you
And yet
And yet
There you are
My hand reaches for yours
Sometimes I wonder if you even see me
Do I even exist as a real live person?
Other times I feel
Your heart beats in tune to mine
How is it I can know so little
And know so much?
Even so
Some time ago
My heart flew across the miles
Finding its way to you
My mind, my body
We lie here alone
Writing
Crying
Cursing the damn thing for leaving
Of all the fucking people to fall in love with
Why you?
Why not someone close
Accessible
Who reciprocates this love
Someone to save me from myself
Oh that I could close my eyes
And forget your face
Your words
You
Instead these images are burned
Right there
Behind my lids
Forever ingrained
Etched into my memory
My soul
My mind
Longing has taken over
Loneliness has set in
Despair waits at the edges
Is this to be my forever?
©️tara caribou – 2017
19 Comments on “Overtaken”
Raw Earth Ink 
Such an aching piece. I could feel the longing and the overwhelming nature of not being able to physically share in the love you feel.
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Or even if it’s reciprocal. I think that’s the big thing.
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Yes, most definitely.
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Thanks for commenting. It helps to know I’m heard.
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Just lovely and true words written.
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Thank you. I’m glad you liked it.
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Absolutely 😊
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I see myself in every word of yours, Tara! Although I don’t mention it every single time, I just wanted to tell you I read all your posts and find so much inspiration out of them.
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Thank you. I am so pleased that you find inspiration within these poems. That is my greatest wish.
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🙂
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I love to read what you write. I admire your ability to touch me with just a few words. A longing for you is there with a reservation. What a great emotion to experience.
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Hey John, thank you. That means the world to me, to be able to touch your soul.
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You are welcome.
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When I read this, I think of how someone can be vacant and miles away while sitting right next to you.
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Yes! Absolutely. I know I’m guilty of that myself.
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Yeah, me too. As a matter of fact, it’s the #2 skill listed on my resume.
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mmmm
#1 awesome writer and story teller
#2 excellent at staring off into the distance for long periods of time
#3 good at disappearing and reappearing
#4 best sense of humor
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#3 is right on. It has been said, seeing me in public is equivalent to a bigfoot sighting or spotting Elvis at a Burger King in Kenosha Wisconsin.
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I *thought* that was you!!
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