Tuesday 19 November 2019

A Broken House (October 23, 2019)


How do I say this
Without being rude
Struggling to control emotions.

Knowing
You'll never understand
Forces driving me.

Little things
So long denied
Become flash points
As the hurt grows.

Explode like grenades
Lacerating our hearts
With bitter fragments
That never heal.

Simple acts
Have become political
Without thinking
Of consequences.

For us
Drowning
In raw anger
And hurt.

As our souls
Bleed out
For everyone
To see.

Therisa © 2019  

Author’s note: We have all been here, with a relationship or two.

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