Bleak Desire

For the group Poetry and Lyrical Challenge.

‘Hello?’

The voice was faded,

It emanated from the phone,

And the phone was gliding across

The room.

 

It left angered fingers,

Used and abused fingers,

And the phone was headed toward the wall,

All craving for the person in the other end

All but gone, all but eradicated from a shredded heart.

 

It hit the wall with the force of a wine glass,

Hitting the wall and exploding into billions of pieces,

The circuitry and shards of plastic flew outwards like shrapnel.

It felt as though the razor sharp shards of glass cut through flesh

And shredded everything that was, the person that was.

 

With that explosion, the person on the other end was gone,

The desire gone with it,

Like both were simply erased from existence,

Like they had never existed.

The shrapnel held in flesh was the only reminder.

 

The anger felt,

It was still there,

Still lingering.

There was no way to get rid of it,

There was no way to exorcise from the soul, from a heart.

 

Exhausted and worn out,

All strength expiring from mind and body,

Tears rained down as the chair behind

Was quickly taken.

Nothing every felt this bad.

 

Nothing ever will.

Reviews

[Poetic Beauty]

this is an amazing way to explain in detail the topic and the title. I can feel the frustration, anger, and heart break in this poem. The heartbreak is over powered by the anger but usually if we are that angry it is because we are hurting. The two go hand in hand. Love the visual of the phone smashing against the wall and breaking into a million plastic pieces. Great job.