Poem of the Week (31 August 2010) - Violence

Selected by Robert Lloyd

This poem can be found at:

Violence

We laughed yesterday as we seldom do.

A smile broke through, just a clue

to what the future may hold

for us I don't know. My love for you grows

as my anguish does too. Afraid of you.

I gazed upon the new moon shining

in the warm evening atmosphere waiting for a sound

or a word from you. I do, I do.

We gazed at the stars twinkling just beyond the ebony sky

A black hole in the Universe

eats up souls like a curse. Then there was you...

You in the dark masked with your expression so grim

My knees are week - always trying to climb out of quicksand.

I reached for Venus, but she was not there.

I pleaded to God to see if He cared.

You don't love me - not like I do.

Silence speaks volumes, sea salt upon fresh wounds

Is there a God?

Is there love that exists?

My cuts are just an expression of memories repressed.

Old wounds bandaged up and coming undone

Unraveling, naked before you I stand.

I turned my head when you raised your hand

to violently caress my face falling back into quicksand.

~ Kristie Smith

.

.

.