Poem of anger felt for for the first time while in love |
I've been so angry, I have forgotten to cry. But then I see it again. And the dagger returns to its tender pose. Two tears started their warm decent down the side of my face Although the first, they moved quickly with force Each side moved simultaneously in an arched pattern as to enclose me...a hug of sorts My skin soaked up the support they offered and left a stiff path The next two followed closely And the next My body lies still, only the tears have the movement in this domain My face is burning; it seems to boil each bead that drops This anger has come to me for the first time. It's as though I've been handed a slideshow of your life, Another life, A stranger's life, Can it be you? The stranger? Tell me...which life is yours? Who are you? Andy why can't all the slates in my head be cleared of you. Each of you Tell me...did you ever really mean a word of it? Because of you, my greatest fear has become my latest desire. My actions had no repercussions, yet I am left to find a cure He showed me his best attributes, they didn't impress me Just a burning, a yearning, for what was. What do you do when what you want becomes irrelevant? When your heart has made a breakthrough, the breakthrough And it means....nothing. The uncontrollable rhythm of my heart...means nothing. My oasis, my escape was in all probability what you would call scalding, at least it seemed, the way it altered the environment, I couldn't really tell, but I'd do anything to feel again. Nothing washed away. Each drop just bounced away as if it refused to deal with anything I had laid down before it, it is only I that is meant to handle your wrong That man, that man I knew. You had no white stallion, but then, it would only have been a mere novelty, a trinket And now, now I have handed you your shield and armor, and you can't save me You can't save you When did this become my fairytale, my happily ever after? A tainted dream It seems the deadly concoction of your mastery of deception and my fatal flaw of trust, has become the poison Now, numb Except for the bleeding of my eyes- from your venom Shea 4-16-07 |