4 the poet

This is for the poet who raped my mind
stole my soul
left me empty
and on the road
who painted scenes upon my heart
and planned schemes
to rip apart
for the one I love
but won't admit
still in denial
this sinking ship
This is for the one
JSDEUEL Copyright 2008

Reviews

[KayOss]

From the very first line, I was pulled into this poem. It was a fast ride; the poem just flowed and though part of me wanted to slow down, I couldn't help but read through this fast. I did go back and read it again, more slowly. Both times, I was caught up in the emotion and the intensity of this. I mean, the first line is fraught with such anguish. Do I detect a bit of sarcasm? I just may.

This is for the poet who raped my mind ... stole my soul ... painted scenes upon my heart

Such very strong words. The speaker seem almost challenging, as if throwing the poem into the poet's face. Great read. Thank you for sharing it.