Sweet Things

A story of a blood thirty wolf in sheep's clothing who whispered sweet things in my ear.

What was once sweet nectar has become putrescent.
Some things change no matter how hard we try.
Try?
Oh yes, I tried so hard.
To believe every word, every lie.
Should have seen the decatance.
I played the fool but I knew.
I could smell dishonesly tainting the air.
It followed you, looming like thunderheads.
Should have known you wouldnt be true.
That you could'nt be fair.
But I hung onto love by the last threads

But back to sweet things.
Oh, I loved the sweet things.
Like silly games and pet names.
Unfortunatly you need more than sugar cubes to build houses.
But we tried anyway.
Just like those piggies from a child's book.
I thought our sugar cube house could withstand the wolves.
No one told me you were a wolf.
And you gobbled up our home.
Consuming everything.
Even me.
I guess I'm a wolf now too.....

Author's Note

This poem is more of a free style writing. Please feel free to critique.

Reviews

[SmittyJas]

The hunted becomes the hunter the way of a doggie dog life Harden hearts when your world is crushed and falls apart. Alarming not shameful.

[JessicaRose]

i like the tone of this a lot, but was slightly disappointed with the last line. after all the powerful imagery, and interesting vocabulary, i was expecting a power-punch final line. the rhythm and flow of the piece is amazing, though. i always read poetry aloud, and the sound of this poem is ridiculously good. perhaps play with the ending though. i always find that the last line will be the thing that ultimately sticks with the reader.

[Karel]

a nice poem in a free verse with the final, most unexpected metamorphoses of the writer into something she herself abhors; well done!

[Bohrium Guy]

It actually is very good and I enjoyed this piece a lot. Thanks for sharing!

~Rob~