You were to me the epitome
Of loss of innocence
You’d hand out blame and use my name
For games at my expense
I deep regret and won’t forget
When I first saw your face
So drenched in sin where to begin
Paper thin for wrapping grace
Before your years I thought of tears
As just a passing phase
I’m gutted, drawn and left forlorn
Forsworn in dark malaise
They say true death has viper’s breath
And kisses far too sweet
Your devil’s cleft, my soul is left
Bereft, falling at your feet
My blood you’ve spilled and heart you’ve killed
Still I’m falling at your feet.
(c) Helen Valentina 2014, All Rights Reserved
For mindlovemisery’s prompt at: http://mindlovemiserysmenagerie.wordpress.com/2014/04/20/prompt-52-soul-scarring-regret-2/
Excruciatingly painful situation. Absolutely outstanding writing. This might sound morbid but the flow and meter makes this very pleasurable to read to I keep reading it especially the second stanza. Vivid and WOW!
Thanks so much!! 🙂
Very well written Helen excellent imagery, you explored the prompt very well.
Thanks Michael!! 🙂
I agree with Yves, in that it is easy to read although such a painful story.
Thank you!! 🙂
That image really fits. 🙂
Yes, I thought so too when I saw it. I wrote the poem first then looked for an image and found that. 🙂
So painful, one feels the pain and the sensation of being trapped, both because of your imagery and of course the illustration. Great take on the prompt.
Thank you!! 🙂 🙂
I want to say something….anything….but I just have tears in my eyes. Sis, you amaze me, and this touched me deeply.
Thanks so much dear Sis!! 🙂 🙂 xxx
This poem really hit home for me. How beautiful but painful. Thank you for sharing such an intimate poem.
Thank you, that is very kind!! 🙂 🙂