The world hates him
and now we cannot travel anymore.
Why the EU Won’t Let Americans In This Summer – Dave Keating
my love for you…
is written on my face
but you can’t seem to read me
emanates with intensity
but you are immune to feeling me
is expressed with every syllable
but you don’t know how to hear me
is right in front of you
but you are unable to see me
i must not be enough
i kept your sins sheltered within
you felt no shame, no guilt
the harm you unleashed on me
new scars, freshly laid, bloody patterns
wounds unhealing inside me always raw
the pain withered me into submission
your burden to bear by chance
my penance for choice of heart
but rage will emerge, so beware
for every injury, insult, and humiliation
there will be justice inflicted severely
bloody eye for my bloodied eye
painful welts you’ll receive from strangers
lawless games played for your ways
brutality and cruelty like i received
i’ll see you caged just like me
you made me what i am
so many efforts
that come sincerely
at the edge
of the abyss
are they really you?
and limited act
when this hand
is about to let go
to step it up
so I don’t
yes you, every time
there is no trust, fool
tired of the assholery
fuck your agenda
any minute now
the time has come to explode
like nature, fed up
it all went away
adoring you lovingly
a killer smile
appreciating your charm
so moist, waiting
only for you
it’s all gone now
but you’re bitching about
demeanor ————– when it’s a direct consequence of your piss poor behavior
the tears spill
as my anger
a hidden despair
long held in
uttered in release
Some exciting news to share with you all – SpillWords Press has accepted and published a new piece of mine – Cold Hearts! Many thanks to Dagmara K – Director of Development and Editor – for selecting this piece for publication. I’m honored to be featured at SpillWords!
Please take a moment to visit the link above to read about this free verse, micro poem which deals with the bitterness and feelings of betrayal in relationships gone bad.
Shocking upheaval delivered unexpectedly.
The heartache pounded harshly inward.
Internal distress burnt a tortuous red.
A deep cut surrounded by a million small tears.
The stress widened all the wounds.
Anguish and heartbreak followed.
The future, unending and suffering agony.
Sorrow and grief dictated the next steps for survival.
This daedal misery mimicked a slow death.
Love left in an upset heap, an untidy disarray of hurt.
This… this from someone who cherished commitment.