Every memory points to you,
the hatred that you spread
Nights I was left all alone,
feeling worse than dead
Misconceptions of a time,
we lived and laughed and played
Given now to tortured moments,
broken and decayed
Left here in a salty puddle,
half the girl I used to be
Not caring for my sorrowed tears,
carnage or debris
Surely now a blind man could see,
these things you’ve done are wrong
Givin strength to take back my life,
I’ve been missing for so long
Heinous thoughts inside my mind,
of the life that you shall lead
Driving me to cast the stones,
that give torment and make you bleed
Salvation rests inside of me,
and the actions that I take
To scorn your fire with barbarous tongue,
showing your mistake
Pay heed now to these words of death,
your days have reached the end
No longer hurting with intention,
no more able to offend
Gasping for your last breath,
I’ll turn to you and smile
Then leave you standing in the crowd,
it’s you now that’s beguiled
Author notes
art:Scorned_by_Sinfuljoy at deviantart.com prompt:"Heaven has no rage like love to hatred turned, Nor hell a fury like a woman scorned,"
A contest entry
- In Honour of the Scorned Woman/Man by NurseChilly.
8000 points, ended February 28, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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I'm not a huge fan of end-line rhyme poetry for several reasons... one of which is, when the words do not quite rhyme and the syllable sounds and syntax then become very awkward. I think you've got a good solid write here, but it needs some editing and revision of some of the endings, in order to give it depth and that acerbic edge.
i will say however, thank you for entering this contest and good luck.
G.x -
Amazing
I REALLY like this piece. I've gone through a really rough time with a recent end to a toxic relationship where I was lied to, cheated on and abused mentally, emotionally and verbally by someone who claimed to love me. THIS poem was everything I was feeling. GOOD job I could relate very well. GOOD LUCK in the contest!
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