Evicted

Poetic therapy, my favorite after chocolate. This piece is what I think of as a Purge or Banishing, meant to help work free resentful or angry splinters from my heart and mind.

 

Be gone!

There is no warm welcome
waiting for you here.

No room, nor board,
nor sympathetic tear.

 

Get out!

I have given enough
time
energy
thought
and emotion
to you,
mere foam upon
the Furies brew.

 

Leave now!

The only value you ever had
you squandered long ago.

Your casual cruelty,
your delight in causing damage,
your endless lies,
petty manipulations,
Walmart materialism,
shallow narcisscism,
and conscienceless soul
have troubled my dreams
long enough.

Go Away!

Banished,
Reviled…
Like cancer,
I cut you free
from my healthy self,
digging deep in the shadows
to rip free your selfish roots.

Beat it!
Your free ride is over!

I want nothing from you,
and owe you even less.

Pack up your poisoned smiles,
and peddle your rotten apples elsewhere.

You have no power here!
Begone,

 before somebody drops a house on you!

Reviews

[kuru]

wow your style and the flow is amazing! liked the content...its like you are talking to your innerself about all the bad thoughts you hold and trying to be a better person trying to have good thoughts...like an argument within yourself
loved the last line..perfect with the title lol

[patricia]

A great way to stop all that dross renting space in our heads. I laughed my head off at the last line. Brilliant. thanks.

[Tarik]

Your stylistic technique is perfect. The absence of passive voice and your imagery is just perfect.

[Quinn Blackburn]

Excellent suggestion, Jouster, which I've taken to heart :o) Like Dorothy before me though, I didn't need to go looking for my wicked witch. They always get more than they bargain for, poor things, when they pit themselves against the Dorthies of this World. It must be the sparkly shoes that throw them off. Glad you enjoyed, and greatly appreciate the useful feedback! :o)

[freelancejouster]

ah, power, beauty, wonderous to behold, where have you been all my life? out hunting witches, i see, well, never mind, then, your tongue is silver anyways, no fun to kiss. and i would hate to be on the recieving end of this, hahhah. this is fantastic. my only suggestion would be to break up the lines a little more, put some space between them so the reader doesn't bobsled down the page and wonder where the poem went because they read it too fast to capture it's brilliance. or that could just be me.

[Quinn Blackburn]

Oh yes, Michael, not even a scrap of striped stocking left behind :o)

[Michael Davis]

So did it work? Did they leave? It's pretty good.

[Brad]

an excorcism of your own demons...relish this...just remember after you clean house, they may come back....buy a security system and a gun

[SpokenWord]

Before someone drops a house on you! LOL a little wizard of oz in this one. I guess he was the wicket which after all. There is always that line that once crossed no one can ever work their way back in. I see in this one that line has been long passed. Nice rant of strong emotions for freedom.

[Quinn Blackburn]

Thanks Tommy, glad you enjoyed this somewhat whimsical purge. I always picture the Wicked Witches stockinged toes curling up and retreating when I read this one lol