It stings deep inside
Though it reveals itself
As righteous anger
Or perhaps
A blind fury
Is more accurate
Your blood roars
With the urge
To inflict pain
Only later
Does the sorrow
And the regret
Come again
Irritation still boils
Bubbles of spite
Popping and inflating
A traitor is something
You can never forget
You can't possibly
Shield yourself from it
Any of the shock
None of the bitterness
You have a cup of woe
A flask of tears and blood
To drink
With a growing sense
Of melancholy
You begin to blame yourself
But it flickers like a flame
Between you and the other
The confusion switches
Into a frustration
The self-hatred
Deepens into a
Loathing
A grieving
That won't fade completely
It lies behind
In traces of memory
And past events
Trust is shattered
Redundant apologies
Go through one ear
And out the other
You are done
Finished with it
It is over
And there isn't
Any turning back
The bridges
Were crossed
And the deed was done
Hearts were broken
Turned into icy steel
A barricade of mistrust
A fog of wariness
And understood caution
You don't want to feel
No more hurt
No more pain
And somehow
Your reckless heart
Somehow understands
And deep within
It starts to rain.
~fin~
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Chromatic Musings
PoetryA series of free-style reflective poems. Note: All are personal and may not apply to all readers.
