Our winter came with hurricane force
and swept me from your arms
into a autumn abyss of numbness.
Cold winds blew through the summer
of my once loving heart
and my tears burned the scars
that you incisioned so precisely
with your careless loving ways .
The pain that you inflicted
with you parting words
lay portrayed
in the dark corners of my soul.
With the bristles of insanity
still lingering on my tongue
I took the needle
that you were so addicted to
and pierced my eyes.
To me it's better to be blind
than to see the reflection of myself
in your cold callous eyes .
( Bertha Badprop & Rudi Coetzer 12/05/2009 07h43 )
(113 Words)
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