Stop the words of the poet?
Sustaining words!
(She asked me to stop)
Does one stop breathing?
Does the sun stop shining?
Does the tide stop rising?
Does the heart stop beating?
Offended by truth
Soul pierced guilt
Bleeding like a sliced artery
No!
No relenting of the torrent of words
Until the pouring of tears cease
As the dagger turns
So does the vengeance of the pen
Crimson stained words
Spilt on the crinkled blank page of putrid dreams
As each moment passes
Answers are revealed
Deeper and deeper betrayal seeps
Beneath skin
Behind eyes
Within black buried lies
No sense
No memory
No love
Obliterated consequences
Poured out on the altar of adultery
Sacrifice of a
Life
Family
Marriage
All sliced in two
Splayed like a forgotten promise
A vow to easily forgotten
Buried with unspoken ease
I sway like a hung corpse
Swinging to the melody of disorientation
Yet the words persist like the truth of ancient oracles
Wish yourself well: What would you tell a friend under the same pressure as you? Now say
ReplyDeletethose words to yourself.
Take in the good. NEGATIVE experiences are wired into the brain more easily than positive ones. So take the time to savour good positive thoughts and keep them in your head.
Then breathe out. This counteracts the stress-inducing fight or flight response.