Cold Comfort

How do I do it?
How do I get through the day?
When inside
I have felt death's cold hand
I have stared into his pitiless eyes
letting go of my heart.
You want me to smile.
You want me to comfort you.
You want.....
you want.....
you want.....
behind closed doors
you do not want to be
to hear the screams
to see me fall
clutching a broken teddy bear.
You wonder if life is getting on
and I wonder
when pain is all you know
holding you in its nettled embrace
do you begin to live?
I cannot.....
comfort you.
I cannot.....
smile as you suggest.
Grey skies
reflect my state of mind
slate cold
shards of rain
slashing through
as I wander.
No destination.
No desire.
Only darkness
a bleak cold future
that is what I see.....
And how are you?

©Jan. 13/22


So very black.
Against verdant
emerald burns
gaping sorrow cuts deep
no tears are left to shed.
Head bowed
keep eyes to the ground
so no one can see my rage
taking the simmering
vile soul sucking fury
wrapping it close
trembling taken as pain
hold me up.
I know.
I know what you do.
I know what you did. 
You bastard
my teeth shall rend
(hear me roar)
hundred fold…..
shall the pain
the degradation 
reaped upon her 
find you
devour you
roil you in unbidden needs
this is my wish for thee.
No one hears those whispered words.
No one sees my little sneer.
No one sees the twist of my fingers
as I utter the curse.
When first I heard the proposal
this design to wrack ruin
upon your horrid manhood
I stuttered
until the visions came
Ready to sell my soul
to kill yours
for taking her life
her dreams
destroying them
all because she was greater than you
better than you.
Watch now
all shall shun
all shall run
never shall you be great again.
Malevolence is my name.
Vengeance my game.
My birthright.
My ability to make you pay
for all the pain
bleeding from your finger tips.
©Dec. 1/19
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