The Aftermath

Part of a series ...Part one was The final meltdown ..my first post...not exactly sure if it's connected ..but yes..it was written as a part of the same series

The splinters fly ‘round
The flame’s alive
Everything inanimate
Seems to be live

You sit still
Robbed off your soul
You reflect a while
...but it wasn’t against your will

You pushed yourself
Deeper into the introspection
Lost all dignity
Against all suspicion

You were warned
You knew it all along
This wouldn’t end well
You’d be darned

You stuck around
Played your cards
Drew all attention
Cleaned their yards

Off their dirt
Won them in
Sought their trust
Even inflicted the hurt

To keep your presence felt
You sank low
Lower than ever
Lower than hell’s most stinging hearth

Your sarcastic taunts
Your deliberate sobs
You knew where it’d hit hard
And what most painfully haunts

With each brutality you gave in to
And each resistance you neglected
With each time you lost your dignity
Did things you cursed the devil for

With each of those antics
You stabbed a part
Of your soul ..of your person
Strangulated your very existence

You hate yourself now
Loath is more like it
You pray to get away
But girl your prayer’s no good

A sinner you are
A sinner you’ve become
Sinners don’t pray
Even if they do ...there’s isn’t received
An atheist by default

You’ve lied all long
Feigned love
Feigned all concern
No more than a noteless song

The people you might have loved
The people who might have reciprocated
They might be around now
But your corner’s been burnt

You deserve this
You were a regulator
Conforming would’ve ended better
But you preferred moving on like that ruthless crusader

You got what you wanted
And lost it all
In the same moment
Your storm stands tall
The aftermath taller...

There’s no looking back
No second shot
At what you blew
At what you wrecked ...

Reviews

[deeps]

Wow! This is quite the writes here. I like this one alot. It's very well expressed.

[Mr. Revan]

until i read the word 'girl' i was certain that this was about revenge. but when i read "But girl your prayer's no good" i suddenly understood it all. plus, the idea of it hit me in reality. no need to explain, but i feel like im the one saying this, because ive said the similar before.. a lost hope.


i see now something similar to revenge in this: watching the antagonizer get what she deserves.

[Simone]

wow, hectic write. I still love your style of writing and this poem in particuar made me keep reading without so much as a hint of bordem...brilliant.
Keep up the wonderfull writing.