It's strange how mere months ago
My heart beat slow and steady.
I felt no threat, no fear of pain,
For the organ of my chest was not erratic.
I think I had replaced that feeling
With an empty word.
Funny I suppose, that it was
Instead a sickly abdominal pain
That plagued me at the time,
A stomach ache of guilt.
But now I know that was all for show,
A horrible projection of my arrogance.
I thought you could do no harm,
That I had not been charmed,
But you shattered my facade
When I expected from you a fiery
Fight but instead you stung me,
Cold as ice.
And I remain shivering in your wake.
Who am I to say that you have done me wrong?
I like it. It reminds me a bit of Symborska. Jut a bit. It seems to me that the biggest part of the poem is this theme of "internal feeling"/"bodies". "heart", "chest", "abdominal pain", "stomach ache."
ReplyDeleteThese are not trite, but rather a part of the human condition. Good job.
I really like this, and I don't want to say "especially" the title because it's weird to like the title that much but...it's a great title :)
ReplyDeleteI also like the impact that the final two lines leave.