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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
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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© 2020 SolApathy
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 heartAwards
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On Saturday, March 23, 2019, FreyaMorrigan
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Wow. Amazing. I’m not often left speechless!
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On Tuesday, July 18, 2017, Drea
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Your imagery always kills me. I can relate to parts of this.
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On Monday, July 17, 2017, worm
(1149) 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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