![]() The Essential IngredientA Poem by Frances L. Phillips
To you, it is a small thing
To me, it is an atomic bomb Ripping a hole the size of Alaska And spreading its toxic gas Across the realm Of a once beautiful world To you, it is irrelevant To me, it is a poison Injected to blacken the center And slowly strip the sweetness Leaving nothing but bitter In a once exquisite fruit To you, they are merely words Uttered in haste Meant to delay the inevitable A sorry, sad attempt to avoid A slightly unpleasant experience Now made so much worse To me, they are the foundation On which stands the fortress Of my now diminishing desire My now dwindling respect Those walls slowly errecting Guarding my wounded heart To you, they are an utterance Carelessly spoken To avoid any chance Of losing what is yours And you don't even realize They caused it to flee To me, they are the thief Sneaking about Collecting their valuables Vanishing and taking The essential ingredient For our brand of love Trust. © 2017 Frances L. PhillipsAuthor's Note
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Added on September 19, 2017 Last Updated on September 19, 2017 Author![]() Frances L. PhillipsHouston, TXAboutI am a poet mainly, although if a topic interests me, I may occasionally write in the non fiction or even seldomly the Fiction genres. I am working on a novel that is going it's own direction. I h.. more..Writing
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