When you finally saw me
Actually, saw me
There could be no other between us, you said
Passions Inferno was a blaze.
Demons dance, enjoying their bodies intertwined.
Angel tears blessed the union
Then it was gone
Withdrawn as if the ultimate sin was committed
Nailed to a cross for an imaginary crime
Tears could have fallen.
If ducts were not blocked by anger
If contempt didn’t shape a mask over the eyes
The first lash of an undeserving blow
Hit the mark and broke a bone
Soliciting a whimper but never a scream
Never a scream
When left in a heap of pain and suffering
Why couldn’t it be seen
The mean that was within
Love is a demon’s creation.
It obscures and twists the mind,
That being in complete submergence is good.
Love…
It is cruel
It is black
It beats unrhythmically
It is mean
Strong, moving, uncompromising poetry Fia. xx
Thank you, Hj xoxo
hello beautiful Fia this is so passionate and painful I only hope it is fiction love can be cruel 💕
Thank you, crimsin. Yes it is fiction. I am glad you felt something from this. xoxo
Powerfully penned, Fia. Simply amazing write my friend, you changed it up a little on this one. Excellent! Appreciate you.
Damian
Thank you, Damian. I always want to try something new. Always appreciate your comments.
Awww, Fia =(
How poignantly vivid your pen has laid its sorrows’ disappointments upon our hearts … so many times we’ve gone through such relatably plaintive ache, yet, your poetic emotion expresses it all so vividly, as though it could be any one of us experiencing your own moments of disquiet.
“Love is a demon’s creation.
It obscures and twists the mind,
That being in complete submergence is good.”
Oh, yes! Nothing’s like LOVE it when it’s good, when all is wine and roses; for, love shall seek not but for its own satisfaction. It will bend and twist you, and shine and dim upon you, while holding onto those within its grip. And, there is no single answer to the question of what love really is, but I have learned that when love is in control, there are no guarantees.
I so admire the smoothness and imagery with which you paint emotions, feeling, and thoughts upon the canvas our minds, hearts, and souls … the hallmarks of a true artist’s touch.
Swearing we’ll never fall in-love again, our needs are far too deep not to.
Beautiful work, Dear Poetess … thank you for sharing! ⁓ Richard🖌
Superb artwork choice:
(V2L1, add an apostrophe to Passion’s)
“Excellent use of metaphor, too.”