Debbie Middaugh Poet Rhyme

A Dying Romance

Allow me to tell you,
 A story.
   The one person I trusted,
Stripped me of my glory.

  I try hard to not think about
Where she has been.
   It doesn't matter how hard I try,
Thoughts of her come creeping in.

   She took the sun,
And things that were warm.
   I'm still here,
Riding out the storm.

   I know who I am
I know what I'm not.
   I know what I have,
And haven't got.

   She embraced 
My broken soul.
   Now back to,
Square peg, round hole.

   Never to soar again
On my broken wings.
   She played me like
A puppet on some strings.

   I'm drowning in 
Pain and despair.
   I will never forget that smirk,
As she watched me gasp for air.

   At one time she brought peace,
All that remains is destruction.
   Her potion brewed with
The art of seduction.

   That blow she delivered,
Knocked me sense less.
   I stood before her helpless,
And defenseless.

   She left me stewing in her juices,
A slow burn.
   I can see now, a hard
Lesson to learn.

  I have been wounded before,
More than you can count.
   My entire life, fighting hate,
In a great amount

   She never even gave
Me a chance.
   The after math of 
A dying romance.

  Turbo1904 ?

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Darlene De Beaulieu March 21, 2022 at 3:52 PM Hello Debbie Middaugh, perhaps she did not know what she really wanted in life. Enjoy your evening my friend.

Plabi Pradhan March 21, 2022 at 11:40 AM Nicely penned.