Torment

Torment

 

Sitting

In a deep contemplative solitude

Heart dry with barren sadness

Floor wet with tears

From a river of anger, madness

And Fear

Confused

Scared

Alone

Cracking under the crushing weight of sins

For which he cannot atone

 

Not understanding how he’s fallen so far

The cushion of love

Is a thin blanket covering a field of broken shards of glass

Each shard alive

And hungry for flesh

 

All’s fair in love and war and love is a war zone

Endless piles of bodies whose rotting carcasses pollute the ozone

Cupids a ruthless general

Who generally shows no mercy

And tortures those who survive a shot from his bow

 

Rusty razor blades peel back flesh from the eye lids

Of victims trapped in the prison cells of Love/Hate Island

While he keeps your eyes peeled with hunting knives

You’re restrained and forced to watch as he attacks the lives

Of everyone and everything you love

Husbands, kids, dogs and wives.

 

B.C

Reviews

[Night]

'The cushion of love
Is a thin blanket covering a field of broken shards of glass'
My, oh my, this sentence struck home! Love is bittersweet, more often ending in shambles than rings. You paint vivid pictures with talented words!

Keep Writing!

[Coyote Poetry]

"All’s fair in love and war and love is a war zone
Endless piles of bodies whose rotting carcasses pollute the ozone
Cupids a ruthless general
Who generally shows no mercy
And tortures those who survive a shot from his bow"
The above lines a amazing. Your words create good vision and wild thoughts and places. Thank you for sharing the amazing tale.
Coyote