Tortured Sorrow Born of JealousyA Poem by Kat Collins“Cruelty has a human heart, And jealousy a human face Terror, the human form divine, And secrecy, the human dress” - William BlakeI’ve made my concessions. I’ve given all that I can.
You ask for my soul, Laid bare and exposed, To your every whim.
Vultures are circling, My death is impending.
Body is spread-eagled, Lying prone on chiseled stone.
Leather restraints chaffing, Peeling my skin raw.
My heart pumps sluggishly, With every searing breath.
I shutter my eyes, Against the misery.
Your cackling sends shivers, Up and down my cracked spine.
I’ve made my concessions. I’ve given all that I can.
You screech for my lifeblood, Darkened black and putrid, From your poison.
The cold seeps, Into my bones.
Upon this unforgiving rock, I cry out for mercy.
Your spiraling jealousy, Knows no bounds.
Spitting and sputtering, Spewing your filth forth.
I turn the other cheek, Only to feel the burn.
I’ve made my concessions. I’ve given all that I can.
How can I confess When I’ve done Nothing wrong? © 2011 Kat CollinsAuthor's Note
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13 Reviews Added on September 12, 2011 Last Updated on September 12, 2011 AuthorKat CollinsAllentown, PAAboutI'm a writer, freelance web designer, and voracious reader. I'm a collector of words, experiences, and emotions. I've been writing since I was "knee-high to a grasshopper" and feel lost without it. Wr.. more..Writing
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