I got a phone call, your phone call.
I took the bait, swallowed your lie,
felt my heart break, faced goodbye.
You used death as a hook, poured vodka
in a glass and spilled hell in my ears.
How evil to twist cancer around my throat,
rake memories into the despair, leave me
feeling guilty for all the years I let slip through
miles.
I should have known it was another
mind warp through alcohol.
I knew the angry, belligerent drunk,
not the remorseful, tearful, fearful you.
Agony, I felt its cut, felt its bleeding…
for you it was simply deception
stirred with a cigarette and a little ice.
The thorning pain of
foolish is relentless.
Empathy’s wounds are raw with mistrust.
Now I’m deaf to your wolf cries.
I’ve built a wall to keep you out.
I can’t swim in your river and watch myself drown.
©Susie Clevenger 2016
The first day of National Poetry Writing Month 2016 (NaPoWriMo) ~ 30 poems in 30 days. See you in the whirlwind.
Comments
I can’t swim in your river and watch myself drown.
Such anger such passion that runs through your lines..!
Beautifully executed.
Lots of love,
Sanaa
for you it was simply deception
stirred with a cigarette and a little ice.
These lines cut deep for anyone who has been betrayed by their own trust in someone.
for you it was simply deception
stirred with a cigarette and a little ice
Remember it well Susie, still, after almost half a century. This tells of a cad at his/her utmost and deals with it well. Thank you,
..
stirred with a cigarette and a little ice.... wow. Perfectly worded.
This:
"feeling guilty for all the years I let slip through miles."
Is powerful...great start, Susie!