Fighting in whispers

by abracadabra   Nov 13, 2016


It becomes an art
to shout under your breath
to hit with your eyes
fuelled by the old aching loop
some old story worn thin
the same sparkless machinery
grinding out words that hiss and sigh
then to storm out on padded feet
slamming the door with a creak that
hangs high and still in the air
as two hearts pound in poison

and one heart, soft and small
beats gently in sleep
in a cot in the next room
in a quietness left lovingly unshattered

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  • 7 years ago

    by mossgirl19

    This is beautiful, very lovely, I can relate very well.

  • 7 years ago

    by Nicko

    I have read this a number of times and should have commented before this. Such a great poem full of angst and emotion, beautifully worded, I have been there! but for me there was no way back....

  • 7 years ago

    by Naughtymouse

    I have only just got around to reading this, it really is an amazing poem, you've captured a whole realm of emotions and thoughts, great layout and word choice, congrats on the win really well deserved.

    Ben

  • 7 years ago

    by Ekta Jain

    Well written. Congratulations on your win.

  • 7 years ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    Congratulations on your win.

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