Ease
Like a wave you over take my senses.
Seductive to the last drop.
You are as seductive as love;
but in your wake lyes an onslaught
of broken hearts bodies and spirits.
Riddled with pain.
Not the pain we enjoy
but the pain
that makes death a blessing and life a curse.
The type of pain that makes one almost regret ever speaking to you.
You leave me torn like stretched linen.
Hanging in the breeze;
and what terrifies me so-
is that you do all this with
such elegance and ease.
👁 1💬 0
Something wrong with this poem?
Replies are closed for this poem.
Your Poem's Voice
See what makes your poem unique — its voice, energy, themes, and the literary traditions it draws from.
Comments (0)
No comments yet. Be the first to share your thoughts.
Log in to leave a comment.