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Anon

Your kiss fortold a thousand lies
Your touch left me wanting you more
Your passion left me without a heart
You tore me in two
But yet like the fool I was I came back for more

You left me reeling in a pain, a pain I have never felt before
The slicing through my insecurities my own demons which you enjoyed
You took the very life out of me and while my lips where still red with breathe you destroyed me, clawing at my flesh devouring for your own sadistic pleasures
No kindness shown when you dipped your finger into the claret of my weeping heart
Twirling your fingers deeper till I cried out for you
The smile spread upon your face

And I lay broken
Shattered into a thousand unfixable pieces
Done by your doing
Your ways

My bussom still untouched by your ropes and your chains
Yet my mind is an unforeseen and unnoticeable film of black and white pictures
The colour drained from them pooling at your feet
Of subversion and unending sacrifice

That replays itself upon a silent film when the lights are out
And the place is as cold a morgue upon a slab you have laid me upon
And I have become no more

And from my waste
I am for an eternity chained down
Cast away amongst the shadows of the night skies
No waking dawn no sunset
Kisses while my lips where still red
You gave me no emotion

And here I bowed for your satisfaction
Like the withering dawn
As the sharp steel became apart of me no more
The last drop of claret my last my breath became my own
memory

Swiftly as the lights went out
My eyes closed a new hell reborn unleashed unspoken
Whispering winds turn into unheard voices from the past
You standing there the shadow of my own unpure hell
The withering dawn leashed upon the tides of prisms of rainbows
The violins play

Lay me here for I need to sleep
Lay me here in a crown of thorns
Imbedded within my skin so deep
Let thy blood flow to nourish the earth
Let my tears from my eyes for the flowers to grow from my flesh
Let my heart turn to ashen for the robin bird to be born
To fly so freely
Where I have been chained to become no more

Anon x

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Anna Marie Grinter

Sat 26th Aug 2017 19:04

Thank you for
Your lovely comment x

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keith jeffries

Sat 26th Aug 2017 11:02

Anna, I was entranced by the profundity and sadness of this poem which is so well composed. The final stanza is a fitting closure which the reader will read again and again. Thank you indeed. Keith

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