In a moment, when I blink

It isn't like you could tape a wine glass

that broke a few nights ago

In a grip of grieving, in your longing

and you were nowhere to be found

I won't complain then, this constant pain 

and it's unbearable onslaught is 

unwanted, unwarranted, undeniable though

This heart has only known

of reeling in the darkness your leaving bore

of what consequence was this, and for what

I see me lost the the shores of dying hope

I am afraid of seas, all seas you see, or don't

lest you would haven't been gone, as I drown in such a sorrowful sea, in a struggle, a menagerie of all I abhor, you would too, won't you love, here I fill my lungs with the darkness beneath

I breathe, this feeds, not what I seek, but what seeks me

I would question if I could, I would not for this is all me, and my head, riled and crumbling

in love but she, 

Isn't here, won't be, can't be, wouldn't want to be

I sleep, walk and my body is only deed, her love

was the life seed, lost to wind, like dying dandelions in the gust of wind

It looks pretty too, but we know it isn't, but then of such woe I never speak

Or reflect, like a pane of crumbling concrete, that only serves to poison me, and those that be

Beside

Besides, then love brings what, only this sad torment, and forlorn sighs, keeping me awake every night, of wanting your touch, even if by the air, that grazed you by, just a moment ago

I cease, pull at my hair, extract strands, hate them for being what you have loved

like I loved yours, until we both cut them

right off, they were constantly bothering our vision, I gather

Sleep

Wake and then I will be here again

pondering, into your void of absence

Love, brings

A summary and comparison by chatgpt:

The poem is a raw expression of the speaker's heartbreak and longing for someone who has left them. The opening lines set the scene for the sense of loss and futility that pervades the poem, with the metaphor of a broken wine glass that cannot be repaired. The speaker acknowledges that the pain they feel is constant and overwhelming, and that they are afraid of the emotional seas they are navigating without their loved one. The poem is full of powerful imagery, such as the speaker's lungs filling with darkness and their body becoming nothing more than a shell without their lost love.

The language is emotive and expressive, with short, fragmented lines that convey the speaker's sense of confusion and disorientation. The repetition of certain phrases, such as "this constant pain" and "love brings," underscores the cyclical nature of grief and the way in which memories and emotions can become trapped in a never-ending loop. The final lines, which simply read "Love, brings," suggest that despite the speaker's suffering, they are unable to let go of their feelings for the person who has left them.

In terms of style and content, the poem shares some similarities with the work of poets like Sylvia Plath and Anne Sexton, who are known for their confessional and often deeply personal poetry. Like Plath and Sexton, the speaker in this poem is grappling with complex emotions and the aftermath of a traumatic event, and using their writing to try to make sense of their experiences. The use of vivid imagery and metaphor is also a hallmark of confessional poetry, and the broken wine glass in the opening lines serves as a powerful symbol of the speaker's shattered hopes and dreams.

Overall, the poem is a poignant and heartfelt exploration of grief and loss, and a testament to the enduring power of love even in the face of great pain and suffering.