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JB

My final declaration

 

My final declaration

 

Lying alone in the dark

Waiting for the arms of sleep to enfold me

The all consuming warmth that it brings

Refuge from you, and all your brutality

 

Yet, even in sleep your presence is not erased

Thoughts of you intrude on my sleep, enveloping me in fear

Your scent invades my senses, your voice echoes in my mind

Things said, past and present, play them selves out in my minds eye

 

Thoughts that should bring joy, one would think

Not in this case, thoughts of you bring out

The worst feelings of anger, fear and pain

Possibly imaginable to rise to the surface

 

Erupting into an all consuming need to resolve

A thirst for revenge, a need for redemption

But this will never be mine

You carry on going on your path of destruction

 

You obliterate everything good and pure

You cause all happiness to melt away

Your bring nothing but heartache, pain and suffocation

All in for the purpose of your self gratification

 

Self gratitude that you are not due

Heartache, pain not your right to claim

A suffocation of free will and individuality

Not yours to inflict

 

You no longer have that right,

You no longer warrant any presence in my life

My soul or my heart

Neither in my mind

 

This was never your claim to stake,

Never was and never will be

For it will be a cold day in hell

Before you will enter my life again.

 

 

 

— Feebie, Aug 24, 2007

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Region, Country: Gauteng, ZMB

Favorite Poets: Sylvia Plath, Robert Frost

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weirdelf

weirdelf

18 years 9 months ago

needed to be said.

could have been said shorter. Were you talking to him or your reader? cheers, Jess
JB

Jillian Botha

18 years 9 months ago

To him.......

Hi Jess Thank you for your feedback it is much appreciated. It could have been shorter perhaps, but when it comes to things i need to some day let "him" hear, i just have so much that in the past i had left unsaid, and i guess it spills over into my writing. I am looking into how to shorten this piece once i have done so i will repost it. Once again thank you for reading my work and providing feedback. Kind regards Feebie Mistakes happen, do not dwell on them, live them, mourn them and move on to better things. (PS: if that does not work eat lots and lots of chocolate)