Sketchbook
Candles-
How the light flickers
shadows dance
true colors imerge
from the dark places-
The lightness of words-
growing heavy.
The hating of years
show their scars
in spite of fire’s illusion,
The pain aches once again-
If she could, she’d deafen
the other ear, and memory
would lie, as it’s split-forked
tongue learned long ago.
“I never thought you were
worth fighting for,”
he said with spite.
“I never thought -
you were worth
saving,” but
once upon a time,
before truth
reared its ugly head,
she did.
Yes, sometimes it would be helpful if one could deafen the other ear, I think...and some memories are really painful to recall indeed.
ReplyDeleteSuch a sad situation but told in an artfully done way. >KB
ReplyDeleteoy, full of emotion...and there are things i have heard that i wish i could unhear as well...so they dont ring on in our heads....heartbreaking...a bit
ReplyDeleteHow sad and tragic ~ Felt this one Lisa ~
ReplyDeleteoh that is painful... and the weight of some words is just heavier than we can bear
ReplyDeleteLisa this is so painful to read... some words are like daggers... and healing will leave nothing but painful scars
ReplyDeleteSad...beautifully penned.
ReplyDeleteThe spite and ugliness are palpable in this. So pain-filled. I especially like:
ReplyDelete"Candles-
How the light flickers
shadows dance
true colors imerge
from the dark places-"
Strong work.
Thank you everyone.
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