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

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