There was no sound, but it was always personal.
Your mind burning lines,
mystified at how you lied,
how you’d let us down and leave the town.
There was no sound, but it was always personal.
Your roots rotting in the damp,
those tears in which I always swam,
the divided house in which we drown.
There was no sound, but it was always personal.
You range of fear that fibrillates,
surrounding hearts with beats of hate,
those warnings of unnatural ground.
There was no sound, but it was always personal.
Your energy is your confession,
that mark of voyeur's true obsession,
the patterns that you cannot hide.
The wishes God cannot abide.
The lonesome life in which I cried.
There was no sound, but it was always personal.
And all the hate you’ve ever sown
was forever be what is best known.
#Feb20 #Poem from #Prompts
There was no sound, but it was always personal...
Prompts Used:
#foxprose
#2wordprompt range/surround
#bravewrite roots
#vss365 mystified
#bspp50 fibrillate
#firewords280 divided houses
#retroartprompt leave the town
#ourpoetryx burning lines
#skywriters #poetry #poet