Slow Poison

I've found that a heart doesn't break all at once: it corrodes.
The damage occurs over years and decades; it builds,

Slow poison oozing from misheard words, forgotten dates,
Lackluster birthdays, exhaustion, depression, boredom.

When there's somebody else to blame for the swamp that is
Most of our lives, we do. We kill so we may survive.

And that final blow, the spark, the hammer, the rupture
That fractures whatever was left of our onetime home

Is really a very small thing, a cough, a shiver,
A sign that the venom that's wormed its way through for years

Has finally reached the bloodstream; and thus, hearts wither.
No matter what feelings were shared, they cannot outlast.




Words by Lady Courtaire
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Written on 2020-10-05 at 06:53

Tags Endings  Relationships  Breakups 

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
Absolutely the most dismal poem I've read recently, including my own, but a well-wrought work of art. Bravo!
2020-10-06