Princess
Down
an
antithesis
That
one could be so utterly fooled by a love
Hell may have no fury
like a woman scorned but
Every shake of this head turns disbelief
to a deeper anger
Screeching hatred in the bubbling of a volcanic
mind
In reflection, being so badly fooled shouldn’t be a
surprise
No way to know what went around was never to come
around
Kiss of parting with a “soon my love, soon” to
soon kissed off
In those parting moments a feeling of great loss
was spoken
Night turns to day, the miles grow more and more
distant
Go quickly, safely, I'll make you come back faster was
said
Out of sight, the actual truth, really REALLY out of
mind
Flippant it must have been that on return a half ring be
shared
The lie, oh the lie, “we got this”
How
holding tight a manifestation helped love and hope live
Even
taking to pen to bleed back home the unknown lie
Learning a
crushing truth, it had been always, lie after lie after lie
In
the minutes and hours and day upon day of red hatred, blue
tears
Scorn, a good word, just far to little to convey the whole
feeling
And the cold dark realization this woman is not, was not,
a masterpiece
Real truth is that this woman slithers lower than
the serpent of Eden
Early signs show of resurrection, the
return to life of one so broken
New wings sprout, majestically
unfurl, soaring, seeking, refilling this heart
A last line of the
heartfelt, heart wrenched, heart strong from one who just loved
Every
day left, it is wished upon you, that day be dark, its night
malevolent
G.R. Hambley
05/02/2014