never

The things you will never see

you will never see
the words
I wrote about you
or at least,
they will never be
offered up to you
like before ...

My heart
laid out
on the
sacrificial table,

Love's altar
defiled by
your cruelty,
your mean.

Soiled by
deceit,
swimming
in my blood.

you do not deserve
the recognition
of even
My bile.

Author's Note

Originally posted from phone, it has been altered for clearer and better presentation.

Reviews

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Damn you kept it raw and real here… when someone doesn't appreciate what they had with you doesn't deserve your attention and affections.

[Lyn Anderson]

Thanks so much. Affection left a long time ago. Still too much attention. Working on that.

[Coyote Poetry]

"you do not deserve
the recognition
of even
My bile. "
some memories sweet to our taste for years. Some memories bitter and cold with time and distance. A powerful poem. Your poem made me wish to write a poem. Thank you dear Poet for sharing your amazing words and kindness. I do appreciate.
Coyote

[Lyn Anderson]

You are very welcome. I appreciate the kind words and your amazing poetry as well.

[NoelHC]

Strong and clear message, stated well here.

[Lyn Anderson]

Thanks. I need to fix it up. Posting from phone is tricky.

[Delmar Cooper]

"Defiled by Your mean" is difficult to understand. In general, I assume the poem says that some people cannot be trusted with a lover's vulnerability.

[Lyn Anderson]

The defiler is mean, as in creepy, nasty, etc. I know it's a bit confusing, but it's the most apt descriptor in my head.

[Delmar Cooper]

After two incarnations of the poem I think I know what you mean by mean. What I mean when I question mean is no longer relevant. Who cares what mean really means?

[Lyn Anderson]

Ha. I just couldn't do meanness. It doesn't fit, not for this. At least it is a little clearer than soup and cleaner than mud.:)

[Lauriegirl]

This is raw and slaps right into the face and it addresses all of those feeble attempts that people use to rid themselves of pain..Good job

[Lyn Anderson]

Thank you for your comments

[Frieda P]

Love the moxy, your pen screamed this one!

[Lyn Anderson]

Yes, realizations continue to surface. For those who only wish to read still lifes, my poetry is not for their pallate.

[Rene Salinas]

Oh welcome the darkest of swan songs I really like the attitude. I acknowledge that the situation is vivid and full of emotions the greatest of respect and sympathy. But resolutions seem to be coming right left and centre and the obvious wish from and external viewer is that you meet someone who can respect you for who you are. A thing of beauty when it gets descriptive and using material images for repudation. Not even your bile!

Thankyou

[Lyn Anderson]

Your reviews are always thoughtful and meaningful, and I appreciate it

[realmwriter]

Wow. Power in the stroke of a word that cuts to the core and uses a pen like a blade to lay bare the blood and bile that builds in the pain of a life spent wasted in misery. This is a very stark reality you've created in that I reeks of having lived it. I can identify in that I have lived it. My ex isn't even worth talking about, so I won't. I rest my case and love this write.

[Lyn Anderson]

Thanks. Trying to shake the stench:)

[ron]

I would say brutal...but if this is what he did to you then it could not be brutal enough.
Nice vent, a little more clean then I would have wrote.
Great poem KL.

[Lyn Anderson]

Thanks. I am still exorsising the demon

[ron]

I know and understand. I have some of my own. Vent baby vent (((HUGS)))

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Wow, such brutal angry bile filled poetry that has so much emotional poignancy. A write it out of my system poem.

[Lyn Anderson]

Yes, it's healthier than the alternatives:)

[John Alexander McFadyen]

You still homicidal?