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

Dusted Dreams

It was meant to be a dream
a farce
never meant to go further.
Yet it did.
Here we stand
at a crossroads
we must decide
whether to go forward
or turn around
walk back the way we came
to never explore
ascertain
that we could have made it work.
I sit here
tears free falling
mourning the loss
of innocence
trust
love
heart breaking
shattering
destroyed
by one single act.
Our lives
unsure
that it can go back
to what we had
to what we shared.
Love given freely
trust brokered
gone
single snap of the fingers
I want to scream
‘It just isn’t fucking fair!’
This was my dream.
I have had to watch
as it crumbled
sandcastles in the sky
washed away by
treachery and deceit.
Picking up the pieces of my heart
locking them away
jeweled casket.
I will eat the key
give it to no one
shuttered forever more
against love
against wants
against dreams.
Dreams are meant to be broken
not lived.
November 19/18
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