The Vicious Color.

Pain. Pure and simple.

 

 

I know what it is,

to watch ice melt

into rivers that will

drown you, cut you

down in size and

make a fitting bed

of water for you.

 

I know what it is,

to watch fire burn

away every decent

branch and leaf,

to reduce to nothing

the forest you walked

in simple joy in.

 

I know what it is,

to feel the earth give

and tremble, whilst

your feet lose all sense

of ground and you take

that tumble of shame

down.

 

And I know what it is,

to watch love drain

away, to watch emotion

go ablaze in smoke,

and to find your heart

has been buried.

 

I know this, because

I watched your

blue eyes, once the softest,

and kindest I knew,

turn ice cold, and cruel.

 

I watched your eyes,

as they watched mine

and no longer

wanted me to

know them.

Reviews

[PENS FOR PEACE /TJ CALI..]

A very beautiful soulful yet painfully artistic poem!
A very well write! Love it!
I did feel your pain in all of it!
Keep writing form your soul for the good of all souls!
Always a friend,
TIM

[Dawn Jones]

*hugs* My darling girl... I know what it is to see the pain in the words you write and to share it with an echoing pain of my own. Just remember that an angel's tears are the saddest thing in the world to see. This was beautiful darling. I love it when you write.

[Rainy]

Gorgeous. Anyone can write a poem about hardship and pain, but I think you really nailed it. Every single word was just right.. It's very sharp and honest. Keep writing!

[Poeticpiers]

heart rending piece of writing reeks of sincerity. I think perhaps we have all been through this experience.Presented in well planned poetic prose