Between
black and white
there are a thousand shades of grey
between
life and death
there are a million things to say
between
I love you
and I love you not
there is more than just hunger and hate
FeelFondFuckFancyFlameFavourFidelityForever
FallacyFuck-upForgetFloutFlingFadeFailingFlee
we are hungry
we eat (more than we should)
and then we hate
you smiled at me
in a sea of sadness I’d grown tired of
a blonde in a season of darker tones
and the distraction deluded me
from the truth
are we always alone,
even when we are together?
I held his hand in a taxi
while thinking of another
not yours, not his, but another
I lay in your arms at night
as you lied in mine, behind the light
between laying and lying
there exists a world of truth and disguise
we hate being alone
but devour each other when we are together
devour each other
to the bone
All Words and Photographs by Damien B. Donnelly
Photograph of ‘Monument aux morts’ in Pere Lachaise Cemetery, Paris, France.
Damien B. Donnelly 
You nailed it there. For the lucky ones, the love hate, reject devour back and forth ends in acceptance and tranquility.
The style is simple, elegant and with so few succinct words you convey so much depth and feeling. I appreciate the amount of introspection this post generates. The photo is perfect for the poem, or vice versa.
Thank you for taking the time to stop by. I’m so grateful when people actually read what I write and it’s a bonus to have feedback.
It’s obvious that you’ve put a lot of effort into your work. I appreciate that. It’s also nice to read other writers to gain perspective.
Reblogged this on oban west and commented:
Black and white, that’s how I see the world. But maybe there’s something in between?
Reblogged this on thevulturesite and commented:
WAH….EYES CLASPING OUT