Dissonance
Trying to make sense
Of all the dissonance
Is maddening
To say the least
You reached into me
Pulling
Tearing
Leaving me bleeding
Gleefully you tore at me
Then danced around flinging me
About with wild abandon
There I was wounded deep
You looked back at me
As if half asleep
Slow wicked grin
As you walked away
Leaving me again
And again
And again
Leaving me to pick up
All of my pieces
Again
And again
Leaving me to make sense
Of this madness
Again
Chris McQueeney ©2015
Penned in responce to a prompt from Tess over at The Mag
Sharp and skillfull; well done.
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Delete'Leaving me again' - hopefully never to return. What a tortured soul.
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Thank you
DeleteLeaving me to make sense
ReplyDeleteOf this madness
It is so unsettling to say the least! The mind is all disturbed. It is most unfortunate that this sort of situation can happen. Great lines!
Hank
Thank you
DeleteWhoa! Best write yet on this chaotic Jackson Pollock painting!! Two thumbs up!!! xo
ReplyDeleteThank you!
DeleteYou have described the essence of a destrucitve relationship (with a person or other addiction) with vivid, visceral detail. And, I guess you know it doesn't stop unless you make it stop. Good one, my friend.
ReplyDeleteFictional in nature was started more litteral but as I wrote it became more figurative...a fun write!
DeleteBravo!!
ReplyDeleteThere is an obsession in the painting.. and maybe that's what signifies that leaving and leaving again.
ReplyDeleteThe repetition makes an excellent point...
ReplyDeleterepetition gave a different flavor o this amazing poem :)
ReplyDeletePerfect word for this prompt: dissonance.
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