Raindrops came down
Like a shower of lead bullets
Mingled with the brine spill
From mine eyes and soaked into my soul
But dried up before they reached the roots
The thunder and bullets
persevered
*
Deep inside there is a drought
No rain nor tears could quench
You left me barren and hollow
Spoiled any chance of love and trust
I had to offer a body in this miserable world
Why did you go?
*
You were my friend
Best of the best and the only
One a girl could bear her true self to
Yet you eagerly took and took
For you own selfish ends
And left me like a wilting dandelion,
Destroyed …almost.
*
I smiled and welcomed the hurricane
But to you, friend, I am grateful
Your peacock plumage was plucked
And I see you for what you are beneath
Nothing but a soulless mite
Steeped in spite
*
You opened my eyes
And ‘fore yours I shall bloom again
As I stand in the eye of the storm
And let the lightening spark hope in me
And the wind to kindle my brewing rage
‘Twas no dandy you’ve blown
Now you’ll see the oak and
Feel my roots snaking ’round
Sinking you into the ground.
*
© Devina S.
Originally written for Poets’ Corner
Very good poem.
Thanks! Just a little something the subconscious dragged up.
Very good. Is this based on truth?
Thank you, James. Fortunately it isn’t, well … not entirely, this was more like a string of memories in the past coalescing into something much more bigger than they really were.
I think we can all relate to it to different extents.
Ah, betrayal. I’ve felt it too often and you’ve captured it just like I’ve felt it. Masterfully done, Devina. I read from the above comment that it’s not based on any direct experience. Now that’s amazing.
Ah, thank you Lorna! Go on any longer and my head will pop 🙂 Well, I haven’t had much experience with betrayal and that’s good and all but I do know it always leaves a bitter taste.