Your Abandon
You found me grounded when my wings refused to fly,
toting truths of noting, you paused to view my sky.
Was soon that I thought once and you concurred twice
that you and my wings were a mutual, crucial device.
Years firmed our intangible wares of mutual cares.
Even our highs and lows sighed with visual shares.
My concern never grew for thunder so I did not feel around,
or poke, and peek under shutters for stored, stormy blunders.
I saw no clue stains for panic in any cracks of tragic.
Then, at my joy’s peak of romance’s security streak,
you turned cold and scowled, ice water endowed.
Stayed confusion hovered in my same daily clouds
as your words and actions rose into caustic attacks.
My full tears were clear, but my world an empty black.
Trapped in walls you built, my once full heart spilt.
Your cold face scowl tilted at me in cruelty depicted.
Sob-shaking as my hopes darkened into pain’s wilt,
I fetal position crouched inside your trap’s design,
and heard your footsteps retreat content in a final leave.
Abandoned, my shivers surged deep cold, broken and exposed.
My mind fumbles for any fantasy dream of a false stronghold.
I tremble from endless ache as I try to recall my bold.
I desire your fake memory to fold in vague bits of opaque flakes
that quake all thoughts of your fake as vile and toxic as snakes.
... CayCay Jennings
June 14, 2018
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