Over You

It’s a barbed wire fence
you pricked your finger upon —
mistaking it for a rose thorn
    did you bleed, my dearly departed?
like the months I criss-crossed
lines upon my thighs over you —
and swallowed the bitter pills
with day-old coffee —
the docs said they would ease my pain
but they are just reminders of our last days
when your words hurled toward me
slamming me against the wall —

I am finally over you —
this sweat that permeates these rooms
is from hours of pumped up convictions
releasing you one drop at a time
freeing myself from the bonds
of your tantrums —
I sit poised in meditation
inhaling
the silence, the silence

Poetry A-Z: The Torrential Storm

The Torrential Storm

And the sky
Burst forward, a torrential
Combustion of energy
Dances across the sky
Electric wings
Flapping —
Gale winds
Hurry consumers
Inside buildings and cars —
Jostling leaves gather
Kerbside
Lampposts flicker off and on, a
Makeshift SOS in the storm
No rescue, abandoned all —
Only Nature rules this place, her
Piercing anger howls and then
Quiet and calm
Reward the land
Such peace one has never known
Til the beast spins and rips, tears and shreds
Utility poles and trees to the ground
Vast darkness
Wanders throughout the town, a
Xanthous sky hovers low —
Yet moments later, as fast as he came, the beast
Zips up into the clouds and is gone.