Even Still
This course of anger is feverishly persistent,
I find these remnants offer weak resistance.
Often or not this belligerent bitterness aches,
A soul crushed and blistered and it struggles to stay awake.
Eyes wide open, or eyes wide shut.
I never questioned what we had,
But…
This is what I was left with years down the line,
Stark cold hatred that has increased over time.
Eyes that continue to shudder open in the damned dark nights.
Eyes that never can forget that harrowing fight.
The days swiftly blended and then it came to this,
I live on a knife’s edge in a perpetual tryst.
It’s there,
Beneath the surface,
A crack in this insidious armour.
Just moments away from an excruciating drama.
Deep, but not forgotten,
Lost in the wound.
A malevolent pain that crawls to be enthused.
Even still you’re here, torturing my senses,
Laughing and berating, being a menace.
Countless sleep broken and refrained,
All because this assault on my spirit can’t be tamed.
What person am I left with, when all this is through?
Why am I guilty?
Why am I ashamed?
When the person really to blame is you.
© 2012 Alana Bembridge