In her mess

sad woman, in her mess, English poem
Here it comes again, I suffocate
their joy I’m jealous of
the limits they always cross,
it’s all a lie,
So they lie under the flesh
 
The sun is dying
It comes again
the woman’s cry,
when devil lurks upon her head
She spills
another dog between her thighs
 
So be sorry for me, filthy
sad approaching mad tonight,
for this woman had it all
A trustful lie to swallow,
she knows now it‘s too late to fight
 
All dogs are liars
A thousand children in their mouth
She hears them loud and clear
Disgusting evidence of his existence
She drinks them all and lays down
 
For all the way she was but a stranger
pouring his cup full of blood
She looks now just the same
mourning and humming
 
“all dogs are black, all slayers”
 
Well, she was there in a massacre
hanging by a thread to breathe
Living her dream without regret,
now she is somewhere else
Lost in her own deep hole.
 
The one she always fed
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3 thoughts on “In her mess

  1. An absolutely stunning piece of poetic writing… each line is mesmerizing, pulling the reader in, engulfing their every thought! Superb!

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    1. Thank you so much!! ❤
      It was a really dark time for me when I wrote this poem.
      I'm so pleased you like it…

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      1. That’s when some of the best poetry is written… you’re so very welcome!

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