Stripped away the layers of my light and wholesome domain.
You have indeed.
Spiteful dismissiveness runs amok your sinister scales;
Does not recede.
At a wretched pace does love fade from the valley of utmost hope and euphoria—
Your egregious misdeed!
Triumph you bare,
You do indeed.
Repugnance of I, you deflect with thy soul.
Rotten to the core of remote obstinacy,
As you shall neither comply with such demands nor extract thy disdainfulness
From thy venomous heart—
For I.
You do not, indeed.
Lo and behold,
You are a black seed.
Brutally vile.
Cracked within.

Todays poetry contest entry was written by The Dream Weaver


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2 thoughts on “Indeed

  1. Such a repugnance of a person who was once close to could be qualified only as a disease. You will overcome it. I sympathize with your disillusion. Good poem!

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