(The Bereavement of Sweetness. Oil on canvas 17x12in)
Her vast emotions, live safe,
in a fortified city, their cherished relationship.
For years, nestled warm under his heart.
In a painful moment,
her life is besieged by green fire.
Her man, her love, that saboteur,
reveals his villainous tale.
Stories bite bitterly into burning ears,
while her throat swells shut,
Rhythmic heavy words ripple the air,
shaking the foundation, of her heart,
causing a mighty pressure in her chest.
Her breath becomes rapid, hot tears stream,
trust is leveled in seconds, like a wounded building.
Choking gray dust and crushing heavy concrete,
pummel her soul, and entomb her heart,
in rhythmic cruelty.
Her emotions pop like a blister,
under the jagged cut of his news.
Yet, a reddish glow, a rhythmic pulse,
warms the deep rubble.
Her heart is lost,
in love, though wounded, its lives,
in the ice cold silence.
She hates him, and loves him,
within the same heartbeat.
She condemns him, and forgives him,
in the same breath.
In this moment,
she will endure,
and she will be lost.
His fate, their fate,
rests within the moment.
Will it be sewn up with black stitches?
A love enduring under thick scars?
Or buried in the cold brown dirt, cried for,
a burden to be forgotten?
Perhaps only a woman may know.
Copyright © 2017 Zachary W Gilbert