deepundergroundpoetry.com
Agonies Wasted
I told me
you are nothing in my world
and that now
not even one atom of yours
remains to destroy
For in my sleep
I have torn your soul
from its body
destroying you
with a thousand cuts
until my fingers bled
laughing wildly
as I dispatched you into flame
crushing each spark
as it flew
So how can it be
the next time
you come through that door
I know the mask
must slip again
your smile undoing agonies
while I scramble
for the longest spoon I have
to taste more sweetness
from the bottom of the jar
Published 22nd Nov 2009
| Edited 25th Mar 2016
All writing remains the property of the author. Don't use it for any purpose without their permission.
likes 0
reading list entries 0
comments 3
reads 869
Commenting Preference:
The author encourages honest critique.
22nd Nov 2009 10:45am
This piece leaves alot open for interpretation. What I take is trying to convince yourself this lost love no longer has any control or effect on your heart, but failing to do so miserably. Would you mind explaining "I will need
a long spoon to get to the bottom of the jar."?
a long spoon to get to the bottom of the jar."?
22nd Nov 2009 10:55am
you know ... when the last honey sticks at the bottom, a regular spoon wont do it, but you reach it all with a longer one -like the last pieces of heartache need teasing out before they are spent.
(love your site btw)
(love your site btw)
Anonymous
22nd Nov 2009 11:07am
i love it,says so much, so much---
