When We Grow Broken

When I woke up to you,

a bright-eyed blue,

no words to say,

and a pale saturation.

 

 

peaceful. Quiet,

as you sounded my name,

you were proud;

and I was humble.

 

 

 

now you sound my name again,

grown and bold for over a decade's time,

how bitter it's spat,

in not the gentle tone of a daughter's,

but of a crime-lover.

 

 

and with such words,

do I tear

the white flag down.

Reviews

[Leslie Philibert]

Another good one. You express complex emotions with the help of simple words.
It`s the kind of poetry I like, lyrically strong without being suffocated with metaphors and similies. Well done.