Enough
The cold sweat bead
slow-trickled down my spine,
fears in transmigration,
yours then mine.
Imagined kisses lingered
twisted mouth,
as the house of waxing lyrical
rotated south.
The fly-trap night gave
terminal time to think,
as poison wine
became your favoured drink.
nostalgic times strung up,
no more remain,
pray God they never haunt
my mind again.
The self absorbing words
the stuff you write,
the doggerel of self pity
black and white;
a blind beholder’s eye
no tears shed,
a love that never was,
forever dead,
The churning bile I feel,
when rears your name,
hypnotically revolts
and bucks with shame,
repulsive sickness stabs
my fevered brow,
enough is quite enough,
forever now.
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