Death by a Thousand Cuts

This is how it feels to be "ghosted".

 

You wield

Your silence like

A pointed blade

Severing ties

That bound us

Together

 

It hurts to lose

Even if what I had

I never really possessed

 

Your eyes are firmly shut

Like the once placid ponds

That reflected the heavens

But now are frozen over

Impenetrable

 

It cuts to be rejected

Even if what I gave

Was never really mine to give

 

Your thoughts

Once weightless white seagulls

On the wing

By the sea

Perch here no more

 

Our treasures lie in the mud

Pearls have turned to dust

All is lost, lost, lost

Reviews

[JR]

You did a great job capturing the emotion of that sudden loss. I found the ocean imagery at the end especially moving, and the line "Pearls have turned to dust" is gripping... definitely see how what once was great could fall into nothing in the blink of an eye.