Take It

Make of it what you will, one from the archives

Take it,

take it, take it all,

my books, my china and my home.

Take every bloody thing I own

and don't forget the treasures too

left in the bedroom, top drawer chest.

And after that why don't you take

the polish from the kitchen floor,

and then the crumbs upon the plate.

It's not enough? 

Then here's some more.

Take it, take it, take the rest.

Take my garden flowers fair,

take all my unkempt wavy hair,

each single lash about my eyes,

both eyebrows and my energy.

My haemoglobin, throw that in

and drain the colour from my skin.

Take everything and leave me bare,

there's nothing left for you to bin.

But leave me, leave me, leave me please

I'm pleading now and on my knees,

please spare me my own dignity.

Reviews

[Dhara_Ditzy Kat]

Sometimes we need peace at any cost. This is what your words say to me. This poem has the right amount of distress, drama and despair to stop me in my tracks and I tip-toed in to look in on you. Wishing you all the best things, always! ❤️

[Chris Shaw]

Thank you Ditzy. Don't you fret now. One from the archives. I don't do heavy poetry very often :)read moreThank you Ditzy. Don't you fret now. One from the archives. I don't do heavy poetry very often :)

Chris

[Dhara_Ditzy Kat]

I’m happy now Chris :)
Looking forward for my treats soon 😺❤️

[john l smith]

These are not happy moments
Reflecting the saddest moments of relationships and the breakdown and the utter disillusionment
I have been a recent witness to such an unpleasant ocasion

[Chris Shaw]

Thanks Dave. Yes, a bit of heavy here which I don't often do. I appreciate your thoughts.
read moreThanks Dave. Yes, a bit of heavy here which I don't often do. I appreciate your thoughts.

Chris