Devoured

Loss of innocence

I am spent

I yearn and grasp for a past that eludes me

Your scent still fills my head and clings to the inside of my mind, my memories

In pieces

That will never fit together just right.

In pieces.

That is where you left me.

I was ripe.

so ripe for the plucking.

so young and vulnerable

This soul of mine.

you dipped your head for what I thought was a sip

and I gave it freely

only then, as you rose, did the horror of your wiping the dripping pulp from your chin

slam me in the gut

You left without a backward glance 

Still I taste the bitter sting of loss.

Devoured

Reviews

[Frieda P]

That's a powerful punch of a poem. Holy, men are s**t aren't they? Good vent of a poem....kudos.

[David Scott]

Oh my! Are men such beast? Please say no. Please say that I have never left such a victim behind in my lust! What a piercing poem. Convicting actions to be accountable. We devour loved ones with our disreguard for our actions.
You stab the heart with your truth!

[Angela]

Ahh, twenty years ago, I would have answered with a heartfelt YES! The beautiful man I married has spent the last 23 years convincing me otherwise.

[David Scott]

I am glad for you dear. As a man I know how easy it is to hurt someone you have love for. We need to be reminded of this tenderness and fragility. I'm not talking about rape and incest etc... That needs no redemption as far as I'm concerned. Just the everyday taking for granted, the selfish relationships and mindless sex that men offer women every day.

[Eagle Cruagh]

Powerful, raw field of energy.
This is perhaps the most real, strong,
indelible poems that I have read.
It is like a fire that has burned the image
into my brain. I am unable to shake the
feeling that you in fact were devoured,
eaten like a piece of bread, then wiping
his face he leaves you with a load of guilt.

I hope by this time you have resolved this
incident, because it was a poisonous affair
that needs to be addressed.
Thank you for this wonderful poem.
----- John

[paul]

terrible yes: when the loss of innocence is anything less than beautiful

[Weiron]

wow! truly, metaphorically brilliant! love it!

[Patches I'm not so new..]

This is so vivid I have seen this in my mind through many writes It seems "love" is a sorrowfilled emotion but it shouldn't be love should be a joyful experance Yet you bring this Deception to the fore a well written piece.

[Denise]

This is a wonderful metaphor! I can relate so well...the feeling of giving yourself up to someone trusting in them only to feel like you were taken advantage of and you were left with so little, while they can just walk away without a care in the world how they just shattered one person's world.

[Tommy]

Wow, you know I was so eager to give it away I don't think I gave it time to register to my sense for innocence. I read poetry, and expect to get a registration of feeling, and you write sure with emotion. I really like what I have read here. Deep with feel!

Great Write!
RLG,
Tommy

[David Benson]

You have a good grasp of language, and I like that you choose powerful words to describe your feelings. That first line - I am spent - standing alone as it does, and not using the I'm contraction gives a good leaping point for the poem.

For me, I think "ever reaching" and "slam me in the gut" could be reworked. Those two phrases seem out of place for the rest of this work.

I like what you've done.

[Lenard L. Banks III]

As they say in France, "Magnifique!"