Walk XIII

Friendships can end so bitterly in the hearts of people.

Walk XIII

By: Chase L. Currie

 

A nail placed

                You gave it to me

                With tearful hands

                Words of a sour lie

                                ‘Never will I hammer it

                                Into your heart

                                Never,’

                A lie I trusted in like

                A rock believes the waters

                                Will save it

                Words of sweet nothings

                                In the hues of Amber

                                Lay at my rotten boots

                                A hole in the side

                A nail under it

                                ‘The only people who’ll

                                Come between us

                                Is us - ‘

                Spoken in cruel dispute

                                Of changing winds

                As you push my foot

                                Down on to the

           Blacken

                           Nail.

Reviews

[Jess]

This is a wonderfully presented idea of how painful a lie of love can be. The nail is a beautiful yet harsh concept. Very well done!

[CLCurrie]

Ah, thank you so very much. It was a lot of fun to write but painfully to read over because it was a bit too close to home.