August 31, 2017.



fire

One step from my throne,
and all I saw was high flames.
And I was caught in them.
Blistering my skin, their heat traveling like a gypsy.
Smoke smothering me.
So much so that I felt dizzy.

The words on your tongue were matches,
your nectar just gasoline.
Everything burned, my eyes glazed-
you looked into them like glass, but you saw nothing.

I didnít cry until I saw that you turned your back.
Then I knew where you truly stood.
Youíd leave my love letters to burn,
probably as you should.

The waves of water Iíve held back,
they came flowing like your lies.
The dam cracked open,
and a flood came from my eyes.

You scolded me with your fire.
I returned your gesture with water.
But it wasnít enough to extinguish that type of desire.
The desire to burn what was left of my shattered heart.
And as I begged and pleaded for you to look at what you wanted,
you simply walked away.




Poetry by aidan haskel
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Written on 2017-08-31 at 12:13

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Kathy Lockhart The PoetBay support member heart!
Aidan, thanks for sharing this here. Your imagery is radiant. It powerfully conveys your pain and heartbreak. Well done!
2017-09-02


ken d williams The PoetBay support member heart!
Bravo, aiden, well written, so well expressed here in not just this work, but also in the other works of yours on poetbay. You have the gift of a wordsmith, agani welcome to poetbay, the site, for those who write, read by those who read! :)
Ken
2017-08-31