Tuesday, June 20, 2006

Closure

Hate would be too weak a word
Repulsed, disgusted, despised

Repugnant face, demented and revolting
A wake of darkness follows

Skin crawls, hair stands, nauseous
Steel tongue weighed with unsaid words

Claws ready, teeth exposed
Eyes fixed, monster ready

He mumbles words strung together
Fragile attempts to erase the past

Impenetratable fortress, my heart
Dull meaningless words fall

Daggers fly, thrown from eyes
Longing to tear deep

Sharp words lodged fast
Forced to remain still

Air thick and heavy
Apology left floating

Stinging piercing silence
Wedge driven deeper

Sweet separation, exquisite release
Never to meet again

1 Comments:

Blogger Olsen Potter said...

I liked this poem for its theme. I though that the title was perfect for the message of the poem.
The line that struck me most of "Dagger's fly, throwns from eyes" I know that look and I thought the wording was so compacted, like the way I feel when someone throws me daggers.
The ending also fits the over feel of the poem, on of longing for closure and then finally getting it. A sweet release.
Interesting use of couplets.

9:20 PM  

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