You have rejected me, and the heaven of your arms
has no beauty when your man is scorned.
Spurned for many nights, and again today,
in the cavern of this great hall,
I long to shout out to the masses,
who dance and swirl around me,
that if I were crippled,
and every seat but the one next to you,
was covered in vomit,
I would stand till I collapsed,
just to avoid being near you.
We knew such bliss in the wee hours,
then like a vicious spider you turned
and bit me in the web of your charms,
poisoning the passion,
that even the gods envied.
"But I will cut off my hand
before I'll reach for you again.
Wipe it out of mind. We never touched."
You are now but flesh made stone,
a monument to tragedy unleashed,
and my heart lies beneath,
your grave repercussions.
Begone wicked wench,
your spell is broken
by the cruel utterance
of your own sneering lips.
Beyond eternity I will abhor you,
in the depths of hell I will plead,
that the demons dutifully
torment you without mercy
for no heaven could hold us now,
since you've denied me
the paradise of your arms.
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A contest entry
- BackStabber! by GypsyEyes.
575 points, ended April 18, 2008, 28 entries
Gold trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
Comments
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I read this poem a while back, but never commented. I guess at the time it made me feel shocked (and still does to a degree). I had that adrenalin rush you get when someone unexpectedly confronts you with anger and you are taken unaware.
This is a very powerful write. Saying it evokes the emotions is an understatement. It automatically incites your flight or fight instincts, with me it left me standing on the street alone destitute. The gold trophy is well deserved.
The part that got me the most was
"that if I were crippled,
and every seat but the one next to you,
was covered in vomit,
I would stand till I collapsed,
just to avoid being near you."
I would hate for anyone to ever think such horrible thoughts of me...but I know there are people in the world who are thought of like that by ex-partners.
The free write form matches this style of writing in thoughts. It is not a "poetic" piece but then the subject is not poetic either. I would call this a contemporary write reflecting these times of broken relationships we live in. A poem many could relate to.
Knowing you write on many subjects and on many thought levels, I still was surpised by this poem and to see these thoughts from you.
Well done!...alby
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