When

When do you just let it go and accept what you now know?

When it’s all said and finished don’t let that voice keep telling you

It was all your fault 

When does the anger subside?

When does the hurt end and the healing begin?

When are you able to awaken from a nightmare created?

When do you stop hating decisions made in the light of passion?

When in the dark of desire, it all made sense

When will the rage built up turn to embers and segue to ash?

When will the duplicity be understood?

When will the betrayal no longer matter?

When will life return to what’s normal and all thoughts revert

Back to a positive mind

When will the silent tears stop falling and the sunshine is more welcomed?

When will the guilt be lifted?

When does the end become the beginning?

 When it takes only one to undo what vows were taken

When does a god you pray to hears your please?

And take vengeance

When do you stop asking questions?

You know the answers to

When, when, when…

 

 

 

 

 

Enmity

 She once thought their love was seraphic  

A taste of euphoria swept over her 

When thoughts of him crossed her mind 

How she loved the smell of him 

Even his sweat was liquid gold 

Pouring from his pores 

To hear his voice resonated comparable to 

 A Nightingale 

Singing in tune to his every step 

When he would look upon her 

His gaze resting on that special part of her 

She feared she’d never drink in enough 

Of him 

Her prince her king her nightmare 

She gave of herself unselfishly 

Putting his desires above her own 

What a fool she was to give so much and 

To receive so little 

Her prince her king her nightmare 

And when his words turned to evil enunciations  

More destructive than physical blows 

Leaving no visible scars 

But a broken heart and trampled upon 

Soul 

She began to question her worth  

Her prince her king her nightmare 

Anger began to creep into her crevices' 

Whereas love once roomed  

Love turned slowly into hate eating away at her 

Entrails consuming, destroying the person 

She once was 

Her prince her king her nightmare 

Enmity 

 

 

 

 

Sarafina

Every night she took her place

Seated on top of the baby grand piano

Closed her eyes letting the riffs

From the the ivories invade her soul

Smoke made a halo above her head

A white rose adorned the baby grand

...which was her signature mark

Inhaling deeply she lost her- self

Becoming a part of the song

Belting out the lyrics in her euphonious voice

Spinning a spell over the crowd

…pulling them in

Beguiling the men with her body

 and women  she connected

… with her lyricism

No one knew what she endured

All they witness was a woman sitting

 on top a piano singing a song

But if they listened closely to her lyrics

They’d know of the abuse she endured

Both physical and mental

Covering up the black eyes with make-up

…that will fade in time

But the scars left on her body

Hidden beneath her clothes forever

A reminder that a man who once loved

Her turn the beautiful colors she use

To see through eyes filled with

Hope ,love, compassion to

disdain, cynical, her truth

Sleepless nights from crying her heart out in silence

She thank god her womb was closed and she

Didn’t have to worry about bringing children

Into her madness

Still every night she did the one thing that kept

Her sanity

She sang that same song people heard

…and never tired of  hearing every night

Maybe the tone would be altered

the verses rearranged, but her words

she never changed

It was her song and no one else could sing it only

Sarafina