I, blurry eyed, haul myself up
From the remnants of the ruffled sheets
I, Fathoming the aftermath of the sin
The gory flashback of the night
I, have my senses again
As I start the day at the sink
I, startle and tumble sighting
reproduction on the mirror of
I, the one with the unkempt face
Depiction of Picture perfect sins
I, scar faced bestial, marks from
gnawing teeth and dirtier nails
I, shamed and wrecked
Sudden lump on my throat
I, hurting by the stinging burn as
Cascading tears down my façade
I, grab the hammer from the wall
Aim at the glasswork of the evidence
She, the prima subject of my shame
My misery and vulnerability
She, The temptress
Beckoning, inviting and drawing
She, the voice that triggered the tranquil
and froze the arm and let fall the weapon
She, the object of my desire,
bids to burn again , feel the fire
She, chortles, as I walk back
To my hall of shame
She, the whisper that asked
Why shatter the mirror that’s just so clear where
She, just an object of my tribulations and
I, a soul so depraved, that I don’t even hear
Conveys an emotional mea culpa with searing honesty and conviction.
Thanks…your dissection has been perfect!
Very intense and powerful.
Thanks,,encouraged by your comments
thanks!
Searing. Intense.
Very intense……thought provoking. Don’t stop, keep going
Thanks Aditi! watch this space!!!
VERY intense and provocative.loved it
Thanks Nalini Ma’am. Encouraged to write better..