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.

Ended, but not

Today is special
But in a different way
‘Tis an anniversary
But not a happy one
Something did end
But it ended not.
Memory is fresh
But things are sour
A year has passed
But lingers the hour
Something did end
But it ended not.
It comes back crawling
But it should not
Its dead and buried
But really not
Did that something end
Or did it not ?
Maybe not;
Maybe not.

The Forgotten Manor

The darkness of oblivion
Shrouds the grand manor –
Then an abode of endless mirth,
Now a solitary forgotten charm
– Watching the creepers grow,
Shabbily twisting their way
Up on the pillars,
Slowly eating all the pride
Of the rustic beauty.
The splendid frame soaking
Up the last few sun rays
At the dusk of its glory.
The vacant French windows
Gaping at the cold countryside,
Still shocked and disillusioned
With the sudden demise
Of their amour-propre.
The lonely porch awaiting
A visit from someone, anyone
Kind enough to remember.
The creaky staircase looking
Intently at the door, hoping
That a guest would arrive,
Finding his way through the fields.

The darkness of oblivion
Has sure dimmed the verve,
But the hearth
Must be lit again!

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