Monday, September 21, 2009


You know how it hurts
a deliberate shaft
thrust down my throat.
Ignoring, shoving, throwing away,
mountains of affection
like dirt, swept away.

From the beginning to the end
Like you, none could my heart rend.
A deity, a god on a pedestal,
of adulation, you were never shy.
Cutting any corner to lie,
showing me how love ought to die.

Up, over and brimming,
thoughts of you leave me seething.
Like wind in my teeth, you chatter,
as you speak, the image shatters.
No longer the lord of my podium;
Returned to naught and natter.

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