Slowly, as if it were Poison

Slowly, as if it were poison,
It hits me.
Fast, as if it were lightning,
It kills me.
 

It is the power of the human heart.
It is the power of the human soul.
It is the power to rip apart.
It is the power that takes a toll.

What was once a raging fire of love,
Is now nothing but ashes.
What was once an ocean of passion,
Is now nothing but a few splashes.
 

She loves me,
She loves me not.
She loves me,
She loves me not.

Reviews

[Sam Cambell]

Wow. The rythm in this one was really amazing. Your words always seem to flow really smoothly onto paper. Keep writing. :)

[Lillian]

wow. this is really good bryce! keepit up =)

[Meredith Leigh]

It is the power of the human heart.
It is the power of the human soul.
It is the power to rip apart.
It is the power that takes a toll.


This is so sad, but I can relate to it oh so well, like so many others can. Great write! loved it.

- Kriss

[Saturnalia]

Something we all go through in a creative structure. I like it! The flow is different and unique and drew me into the poem. I love the first lines and the paradox.