Untitled Poem #12

I stand upon the palisade
fires burning bright
looking out over the battle field
heart breaking
when I see what we have done.
Wicked words
ripped from the core
tripping off my tongue
searing your heart
leaving you unable to comprehend
how  
why 
I went from sweet 
docile
tame
to screaming harridan.
Vicious
belittling 
rage makes me fierce
flames burn
in my eyes
in my soul
in my heart.
Our playground
incinerated. 
Our love in shambles
Chaos does reign.
You.
Me.
Where will we be?
When embers burn down
exhausted 
weakened 
spent
my hand reaches for yours
fingers brushing
hearts wondering…..
how
my darling
do we forgive?
 
December 18/18