- Non-Erotic Poetry
- Moving On
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When hatred builds a home
It isn't thickened skin
It's little bricks
It's all the words
We choose to cling to
Lime mortar
Hardens year by year
The toxic atmosphere
Of disappointment
Fills the house
Sterilising open wounds
That bleed no more
There's no unsaying what's been said
But all you carry in your head
Can be laid down and put to bed
Outside under the willow tree
Older, softer, harder than me
I lock the door and 'lose' the key
- COMMENTS
BlissMaraover 1 year agoThe subtlety, insidiousness, and toxicity of losing, of distancing, of the rending. Such a cogent, descriptive poem. You tell it so, so very well.
