thehypocrite

I have died a thousand deaths today

Every word of hers not heard
Not spoken
Or whispered
Cuts imagined

But yours are not

Yours
Cutting and flaying
Like a master swordsman
Opening me
And letting my
Passion splash across
The walls of our
Home

Our life

My pleads
Go unheard on
Both accounts

The silence
Never breaks

Nor does the
Flooding anger
Ever stop

Relegated to
My place
To endure

And endure
I shall
As I have so
Many many times
Before

And
Always will

---

Discuss...

Welcoming comments and critique since 1984
#poetry

Thanks for reading and sharing my beautiful lie.

— Go back home and read MORE by Wolf Inwool
— Visit the archive

I welcome feedback at my inbox