The Day The World Turned Grey

The color drained from my face
As my body felt the first arrow
Aimed at my deep red heart
On target
Piercing the warm flesh
Deep into its throbbing pulse

Bullseye was the word
That fell from your lips
Triumphant in your accuracy
Fist-thumping the air
Your wicked soul planned
And executed my downfall

Only another’s pain could please you
As you salivated your so-called victory
Taking down your victim like a culled animal
But your victory was short-lived
Unable to quieten my heartbeat
I rise again from the grey ashes of your contempt


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I have been writing poetry since I was a child and it has helped in the good times and bad times. I am always looking within to find the answers to life's problems and to write thought-provoking poetry and prose. Thanks for checking it out. Christine

26 thoughts on “The Day The World Turned Grey

  1. “taking down your “victim like a culled animal” such a disturbing image BUT then, the ending of affirmation: “I rise again from the grey ashes of your contempt.” Survival. Revival of self-esteem. Powerful ending.

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  2. ‘Bullseye was the word
    That fell from your lips
    Triumphant in your accuracy
    Fist-thumping the air…

    ‘Taking down your victim like a culled animal’ –

    Yikes, Christine!

    I’m relieved that your phoenix was able to rise again from the grey ashes of contempt.

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    1. Thanks Kim. Sadly it feels just like that for someone who has suffered from another’s abuse. It is true when they say the only way out is through. Coming out the other side is liberating and powerful. ☺️

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