The wind is howling
And I cover my ears
to shun the repetition
of my deficiencies
My body quakes
by the reckoning
that comes as thunder
and I shy away
from the flash of pain
that binds me to despair
For I am swirling
in the eye of my beholder
dizzied by the madness
he has mustered
He dances in the silence
of my confusion
pirouetting with a silhouette
of truth
Then dips me
with a deviant denial
I’d been completely
ravaged by a sleuth
Rage had come and gone
within an instant
devastating all
along his path
leaving me so small
just like an infant
and stripping me
of everything I had

©Kay Salady

About Kay Salady

I write about the greatest force on earth that, I believe, lives on forever and surpasses all else. "All your poems read like I am watching an artist use words instead of colours full of feeling." ~Anon.

Posted on March 24, 2016, in Kay Salady Poetry, love poetry, poetry, the poetry of kay salady, Uncategorized and tagged , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , . Bookmark the permalink. Leave a comment.

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