(The Bereavement of Sweetness. Oil on canvas 17x12in)
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Perhaps only a woman may know…
Her vast emotions, live safe,
in a fortified city, their cherished relationship.
For years, nestled warm under his heart.
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Betrayal!
In a painful moment,
her life is besieged by green fire.
Her man, her love, that saboteur,
reveals his villainous tale.
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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.
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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.
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Her emotions pop like a blister,
under the jagged cut of his news.
Yet, a reddish glow, a rhythmic pulse,
warms the deep rubble.
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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.
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She condemns him, and forgives him,
in the same breath.
In this moment,
she will endure,
and she will be lost.
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His fate, their fate,
rests within the moment.
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The relationship;
Will it be sewn up with black stitches?
A love enduring under thick scars?
Or buried in the cold brown dirt, cried for,
then forever.
a burden to be forgotten?
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Perhaps only a woman may know.
Copyright © 2017 Zachary W Gilbert
Zachary W Gilbert, Author 