The Savage Blade.

Today, my heart remains torn by the savage blade
that pierced me less than a month ago.
I mope, remember, analyse, the conclusion remains
the same.

Uncalled for, unfair, just not cricket.

To build a life around a rock and see that rock, become
a towering berg, is terrifying indeed.
To see that berg melt until it no longer exists, even
more so.

The weeping has stopped. No tears left in this cruel world.
Nothing left to weep for, except the overpowering silence.
Now I wait calmly for life's next blow. Wondering just how
worse this could get.

With no hard ground beneath my feet, the quicksand beckons.
You can't swim in that.

All washed up as they say. lifeboat floating in a sea of brown
haze. With fingers of the dead, groping madly.

I do not grow on a tree. I am unique. I love as deeply as one
can love. Now, that painful love remains.

A stake drilling slowly through my heart. Drilling through to
my very soul.

welcome...