Aftermath

What happens when it's "over"

 

Anger has consumed my heart.

It grows and festers in the darkness of my thoughts.

You ask me why,

As if it is a mystery to you.

 

Others tell me to forgive,

I have no right to my rage.

Forget it, it is over.

It is not.

 

It is not their world you destroyed.

Their hopes were not torn in the space of a moment.

Their lives do not lay shattered at your feet.

They worry for you, but not for the ones you’ve hurt.

 

Why am I still angry, you wonder?

Each day it is fresh.

And forgiveness cannot be had,

When the remorse is not real.

Author's Note

It is what it is.

Reviews

[Sami Khalil]

"It is not their world you destroyed.

Their hopes were not torn in the space of a moment.

Their lives do not lay shattered at your feet.

They worry for you, but not for the ones you’ve hurt."

A hurt but a good poem...Thank you for sharing...

[Bare trees]

It's so sad when relationships come crashing down. It's as though the other person has changed to the point of being a stranger. When they show no remorse for what they may have done, it's like a stab in the back. Good poem.

[Kent Smotherman]

And what it is, is very good. Writing well about such a topic is, I think, harder than writing about love. And you've done here is a very honest but reflective piece.