Hurt Held Your Pillow
Last night, I slept again with anger.
This morn, my hurt held your pillow.
Gone, have you trip-sobered a thought for me,
or our heart’s cracked carousel,
poorly operated?
I never prepared to wed drink addiction
or create a home where deceit married fear.
Layers, upon sad stares grow walls of distance
as I daily wonder just which end is near.
I felt I saw us.
Infatuation blind eyes
Drowned in your brown eyes.
No alcohol antenna.
Attraction saw less than felt.
... CayCay Jennings
8-13-16
Crystalline - 2 lines, syllable count 9/8, unrhymed
Kimo - 3 lines, syllable count 10/7/6, unrhymed
Quatrain - 4 lines, 11 syllables each line, lines 2 and 4 rhyme
Tanka – 5 lines, syllable count 5/7/5/7/7 unrhymed
Copyright © Caycay Jennings | Year Posted 2016
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