Have you ever watched
Candle wax
Slowly melting away?
It’s more obvious
Than the destruction
Of ozone molecules for instance
But nowhere near
As painful as shattered trust
Eating away at a relationship
Resulting in complete
And utter depletion.
And I promised myself
I wouldn’t write about it
Because it’s so easy
To fall in the trap
Of pointing fingers
Just to call someone
A villain.
Every love story
Has one, doesn’t it?
But how else can one
Justify this treason?
No, I’m not a victim
Just one of the many
Injured parties
Involved with you
And your addiction.
About the Creator
Diana C.
Here to pen, polish and provoke thoughts.
Smart phones, Humans and Aliens.
WARNING. I will be tapping into one of your favorite creative tensions: The absurdity of humans worshipping their glowing rectangles as if they were tiny oracles. There’s something deliciously poetic about that contradiction, and it lends itself beautifully to an instructive proviso.
By Novel Allen6 days ago in Poets
Miss Persephone's Manual to a Seemingly Ordinary Life
Miss Persephone was found at the dining table, her blue eyes swollen, her tears arriving and retreating like the tides of the ocean. Earlier that day, her family had visited her in the retirement home where she had lived for eight years. It was her eightieth birthday.
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Comments (1)
This was such an emotional read, most likely reflecting precisely what you felt when you wrote it. Well done.