POEM: Sorrow.

Anguish flooded, diamond frosted gaze
Your tears forge a determined path.
Over despair tightened cheekbones
To release the pressure, cold and hard.
My actions wedged, as daggers deep
That carved inside your aching heart.

Bruising the tender, aching flesh,
By actions draped in disregard.
'Though not honed of malicious intent
Still cutting deep, to twist and scar.

Acid burns raw, the open wound
Pain shreds every word of insight.
Drowning it in desiccation,
Expressions that have no right.

Sand pours to fill the hollowed chasm
Throat clogged, locked tight in grief.
The colours of my mind awash
With smothered thoughts that bleed.
Words that stick, inside a throat
Confused, collide with disbelief.

My aftermath, malignancy,
Sharp teeth that gnaw and tear.
The dagger's hilt, a macabre jewel
In a heart still chilled with fear.

And dreading that a twist of it
Will excise all feeling, and tear
A hole to gape, a final fatal blow.
A mouth shapeless with despair.

That no apology soaked dressing
Saves the essence of my sorrow.
'Sorry' barely blunts the bladed edge
The 'why did you', grinds on the hilt.
The 'never meant' like acid burns
With betrayal, keenly, deeply felt.

'Sorry' is still the only word
That has a snowball's hope
Of assuaging wounded flesh.
To numb the worst and swell the best.

To return us to a place of hope
The essence of us recaptured.
Breathing sighs of love that cures
And take us back to where we were.