Poem 63

The Wound

It took me days

To work up courage to say goodbye

Knowing you would be devastated,

You had multiple answers to anything I said

You could argue my fault

Have me believe.

But an end has to come

For both of us to move on.

 

Now it is said

Tears streak your cheek

The realisation, the pain

Of knowing it was coming.

Strain now over

The temptation to say

Why are you doing that?

You’d be better with a cat.

 

 

The humiliation

I suffer from

That statement

Has scared me forever.

Left me with no worth

I will go off and hide

Withdraw

Never to inflict myself

On another hapless woman.

 

I take my leave, pack a few things

The need to get away

Outweighs all sense and what’s what.

I drive away, knowing a weight is removed

But to admit failure again

Is the next greatest task.

I ponder my words as drive towards home.

 

You demand my attention

You call me in

You don’t understand why I have left as I did

You never could see the pain of your words

That each interaction cut deeper and deeper

Leaving my listless, emotionally bereft.

 

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17 Responses to Poem 63

  1. Wow, that’s powerful, the utter devastation of some relationships as they unfold and unravel…brilliant my friend!! 🙂 🙂

  2. Mary's avatar Mary says:

    The ending of relationships, even if the ending is for the better, is hard. And sometimes words that one says in the unraveing live way too long. I appreciate the realness of this poem, Michael.

  3. Alastair's avatar Al says:

    Wow. That’s a hard one. Well written Tommy.

  4. This was hard-hitting.. the devastation the tragedy of words that cut like that.. I suffer with you Michael.

  5. “But to admit failure again

    Is the next greatest task.” The entire piece was brilliant but these lines really stabbed me in the gut, Fantastic job Michael!

  6. Georgia's avatar Bastet says:

    Ach it is such a strain upon the heart breaking up…and we never know the powerful hurt of our words.

  7. That each interaction cut deeper and deeper
    and thankfully they can cut you no more (hugs)

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