Poetry is a medium I adore, a language so unique in expression...
This piece, written some time ago, recently called me home again in order to complete it...for now ;)
Cheated by the scourge of emotion
decisions tinged with the blood of
desperation
Needing to be wanted
needing to feel safe
believing the accumulative hype
"Write a list of exactly what you want..."
A glance,
a smile,
an exchange that claims in delight this might be "it"
Compromise begins.
The list cast aside under a reality of reason only real in the mind of the desperately seeking, desperately wanting, desperately needing...
Wondrous encounters,
blissful smiles,
a touch, thrilling
a kiss confirming...
The initial so ecstatically sugared it strengthens the grasp with an opiate toxicity.
Claim in place,
held before law
the initial has fatigued in falsified effort,
the genuine lack now plainly opaque.
Fighting, struggling to hold grasp,
blind to the truth
believing
believing...
as the abuse rallies;
the language fouler
the venom rising
the violence escalating
Taken,
The face is smothered
The body demoralised
Disrespected, disregarded,
one more compromise, mere slave to the desperate need.Used and Dishonoured.
Caged by vow
Used and Humiliated
Incarcerated by obligation
Used and Foolish
There is no love
Truth shatters the glass
all distortion abandoned...
Blame lies only in the fragmented shards of mirror.
MHH 2012