A Harlot's Throne

taking down everything you've built

destroying your walls,

creation of your down, fall

I'm tired, of fighting you

and after everything 

that we've been through

I thought that maybe one day

we would grow

grow in love and

grow in heart

grow together but

never apart

but you hid from me

behind your defenses

I could not see

that you were my true worst

enemy

you took my soul,

you locked it away

six feet down, but now, 

I rise from my grave

I'm taking back everything

that you stole from me

my heart, my soul, and my sanity

im finally gaining back

my clarity

so hide behind your walls

and don't you ever come out

I'll be waiting for you

to drag you back down

from you harlot's throne

to the gates of hell's mouth

Author's Note

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Reviews

[Alskar]

When I read the title, 'Harlot's Throne', I expected something rich and lush with strong imagery as the title is so powerful. I do like the bitter-sweet nature of the poem, this comes across well. However, this poem cries out for some clever imagery and subtle messages rather than being so overt and cliche with what you say. As I've said on other poems, this may be my style of writing, but anyone can collate dialogue like this, add enjambment and create a poem. What makes a poet in my mind is thinking of fresh new ways to represent your feelings. I feel I'm being harsh, but I'm being honest!

[L. Catherine]

Very good. Shows a great deal of pain and betrayal. Good job!