July 11, 2015 - Poetry

Your words slap me bitterly
Against the walls of my self doubt.
I cry out in silence, angrily
Hoping your hurricane will blow out.

The wind of your unruly rhyme
and again,
beating the ardent time
of the earnest knouter.

Subsumed in your words
Are the stabbings of my heart.
Though your intentions are pure,
They give resentment a start.

The air of your ungainly breath
is death
and without,
until I am cured of doubt
and believe all your words.

Unworthy in your mind or my own
Makes no difference to my soul.
I cannot possibly compete
With negativity this complete.

› tags: Poetry /

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *