End – Poem of the Month – January 2019

End

Evening touches the last light
Before it covers in its darkness
My heart swathed in mourning threads
and face paralyzed in hardness
 
In the end they say it is black
This must surely be where I am
The birds do not sing
nor do I hear the bleat of a lamb
 
I feel only numbness
Immobilized with no direction
Hearing your words echoing in my ears
and their cruel inflection
 
I am a broken woman
Laying in pieces at your feet
A heap of something that once was
Your destruction complete
 
Before others we plighted our troth
An oath to be faithful and true
Our love an ocean not stopping at the shore
If only we knew
 
Your demons buried deep inside
Were still alive and well
Once the lid was open
Only time would tell
 
They had festered in their morbid coffin
Poison slowly growing in wait
A corpulent beast ready to explode
Once you opened the gate
 
I am now frozen in time
Your love was detrimental to my being
I lay slowly dying from the toxins
Your final gift is freeing

 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompts:

Oath

Detrimental

Corpulent

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