Eternal Dent

What is it like to fall into a dark emotional abyss, and be left there to suffer alone? How does it feel to fall from grace? This is a poem on being the victim, on being betrayed.

With every surge of anger
And every pang of jealousy,
I’ve fallen..
I’ve fallen face first into a pit,
Have lain at bottom
For days in dark,
Choking, and broken
Like shards of glass;
Face down in mud
– Silent, but screaming.
What do you know my suffering?

With every bout of grief
And every shred of doubt,
I’ve sunken..
I’ve sunken deep into waters,
Have lain on bed
For days in dark,
Choking, and broken
Like shards of shell;
Face down in sand
– Silent, but weeping.
What do you know my suffering?

If only I could,
I would make you pay
Put you in spot,
Give you death by your blow.
If only I could,
I would strike you back,
Return what you sent
– A bad eternal dent.

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