The Essential Ingredient

The Essential Ingredient

A 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


© 2017 Frances L. Phillips

Author's Note

Frances L. Phillips
1st writing in several years.

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Added on September 19, 2017
Last Updated on September 19, 2017


Frances L. Phillips
Frances L. Phillips

Houston, TX

I 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..