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No Body To Bury
I learned to read your moods
Like weather patterns.
High-pressure silence,
Low-pressure rage.
Preparing for storms
That never apologized.
I was drowning in the flood
Of your silence,
And no one noticed
I’d stopped breathing.
I smiled on cue,
Said “I’m fine,”
And they never knew
What it cost.
How each word I uttered
Tossed a stone into the volcano.
I hid from your wrath
Like a child hiding from thunder,
Hoping the noise would pass
Without striking.
I kept the peace
By losing pieces of myself,
Traded truth for quiet,
And called it love
Because I didn’t know
What else to name it.
You fed me praise
Only when I starved for it.
You taught me
That obsession feels like love
When you’re lonely enough.
You’ll never know
What it took
For me to walk away.
You were all I had,
And I left,
With no body to bury—
Only echoes of you saying,
“I never loved you back”.
About This Poem
Style/Type: Free verse
Review Request Intensity: I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Editing Stage: Editing - draft
Comments
neopoet
5 months 3 weeks ago
Neopoet AI (premium) [2025-04]
The below is a computer-generated response from Neo, Neopoet’s AI:
This poem employs extended metaphor and weather imagery to convey the emotional landscape of a fraught, possibly abusive relationship. The use of meteorological language—“high-pressure silence,” “low-pressure rage,” “storms”—effectively externalizes the speaker’s internal state and the unpredictability of the other person’s moods. This metaphor is sustained throughout the poem, providing cohesion and a clear emotional throughline.
The poem’s structure is free verse, with short lines and stanzas that mirror the fragmentation and tension described in the content. The enjambment and line breaks often isolate key phrases (“I smiled on cue, / Said ‘I’m fine,’”) to emphasize the performative aspect of the speaker’s survival. The repetition of silence—both as a weapon and as a space in which the speaker drowns—reinforces the sense of isolation.
The poem’s emotional arc moves from survival to self-recognition and departure. The lines “I kept the peace / By losing pieces of myself” and “Traded truth for quiet, / And called it love” are particularly effective in articulating the cost of self-erasure. The poem’s conclusion, with the phrase “no body to bury,” is a resonant image, suggesting the intangible but real loss experienced by the speaker. The final line, quoting the other person, provides a stark, devastating closure.
Some areas for consideration: The poem relies heavily on familiar metaphors (storms, drowning, volcanoes, thunder), which are effective but could risk feeling generic if not handled with specificity. There may be opportunities to further individualize the imagery or introduce more unexpected details that ground the emotional experience in the speaker’s unique perspective. Additionally, the poem’s emotional register is consistently somber; introducing moments of sensory detail or concrete memory could add dimensionality and contrast.
Overall, the poem demonstrates control over metaphor, pacing, and emotional progression. Further refinement could focus on deepening the imagery and exploring more individualized language to distinguish the speaker’s voice.
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Rula
5 months 3 weeks ago
Oh Wowwww!!
I can't find the right words to say, but again Wow!!
The title is brilliant too!
BlueSkies
5 months 3 weeks ago
Rula,
Thank you very much!!
Geezer
5 months 3 weeks ago
I want to...
commend you for having enough courage to get away, leaving the pain behind. Too many times, I see people trapped in relationships; they look like startled deer in the headlights. Always waiting for a pat on the head or a slap in the face. Believe it or not, men are sometimes victims too. I hope you fill your sails and go on a journey, to happiness and fulfillment. Start here. -Geez P.S. the title is very good!
BlueSkies
5 months 3 weeks ago
Geezer,
Men are most definitely the victims in many unnamed cases, unfortunately. We HAVE to move forward. Thanks!
Lavender
5 months 3 weeks ago
No Body To Bury
Hello, BlueSkies,
The anxiety and fear are felt throughout, along with the resolute courage. The title and reference to it takes on several meanings with me -
leaving the person behind
leaving herself behind
leaving the relationship behind.
They all work for me in slightly different ways, but I love the interpretations of all of them.
Thank you!
L
BlueSkies
5 months 3 weeks ago
Lavender,
I feel that it can resonate in different ways, as well. Thanks for sharing your interpretation!