The Illogical Feud
Fire's fickle flare falls down
Rosy cheeks
with violent wet streaks
of fury shattered against the
shores of tragedy.
Hair torn, grace forlorn
feigning futile fights from last morn
now rendered pointless
by endless scorn.
Free flows follow fine lines
between sorrowful and happy times
bittersweet empty crimes
unsustained lies,
times terrible truths held to roost
smashing boundaries juiced
like sour limes.
Green, with envy
no longer gently held
behind dry mascara recently welled
and screams, so gleefully yelled
at who?
The vast verbal vindictive void,
the nothing, the emptiness
You held so deep, that only
passion could melt that frozen keep.
teeth gnashing like a spiked portcullis
holding back your mortal lips
from words so venomous they bring abyss.
- A journey started by a single kiss.
Copyright © Tristan Strudwick | Year Posted 2019
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