By SolApathy


In the deep—I creep
Broken I no longer speak
In words or emotions
I’m through
I cannot sail this ocean of false passion
Every day I took the lashings of your voice
Vindictive, full of venom
I retreated as you echoed
The viciousness of my perceived failures
My silence--confirmation of my self-damnation
Impossibility of any salvation
In your eyes of burning skies
I blister as you yearn to stoke the flames
Set me upon the pyre
Your true desire
I surrender to your words and set myself
…On fire

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Published on Monday, July 17, 2017.     Filed under: "Poetry"

Author's Note:

...I take the words you wrote for me upon the stars and burn them with my broken heart
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  • FreyaMorrigan On Saturday, March 23, 2019, FreyaMorrigan (97)By person wrote:

    Wow. Amazing. I’m not often left speechless!

  • Drea On Tuesday, July 18, 2017, Drea (1516)By person wrote:

    Your imagery always kills me. I can relate to parts of this.

  • worm On Monday, July 17, 2017, worm (1311)By person wrote:

    Great imagery! I believe we have all felt viciously inadequate when our significant other is on the warpath... I finally got the last word... it was d-i-v-o-r-c-e... Kudos! ~worm~

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