We All Fall Down

I thought there'd be an escape clause you whispered 'you're mine or else' vacant hearts call for immediate transfusion it's not about love, it's about power in a weakened moment I fell prey to evil peaceful memories washed down with vodka ply me with liquor so I'm your lust slave we did Satan's tango for while and I was on fire taunt me with your empty promises of change some lessons are learned the harshest of ways that day I looked into your soulful eyes a dreamlike facade concealing hell's torment no turning back, no exchanges, no happy returns no one caught my flight down the dark abyss attempting to exhale you like flames in my lungs smoke clears after the fact, we all fall down screaming, fiery taunts of live and learn

Reviews

[Sheila Kline]

The image you have chosen for the avatar for your words interpreted by me as, "Oh God, this has surely not happened to me - did someone not notice what was happening; you turned your head the other way, while I was repeatedly made your lust slave, yours - over and over" and sets the tone for such descriptions as the smoke is inhaled, and then exhaled, the lungs scarred with the horror of it all, the flames rip one apart, as the redness, the allure of the lips beckon one to partake in more!
Your words are gripping, descriptions excellent!!
What a cruel world we are often "invited" to revel in!!

[Frieda P]

I didn't even notice you in my head whilst I was writing this Shelia! Thanks for the great review.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

wow this has strong imagery...and yes, unfortunately it is often not about love at all, it is about power.

and that is not love, is never love.

the power should be the two people combined in an equal relationship of love.

jacob

[Frieda P]

Thanks so much jacob, the trick is finding that magic....

[Eagle Cruagh]

I love short poems about lust washed down with vodka.
Sorry about your tragic love affair. I find that is the
way most of them are. We love like crazy , but then
we all fall down.
You are an excrutiatingly talented writer. Please
write to me .
---- Eagle

[Frieda P]

Wow, 'excruciatingly talented'....I'm bowled over by your kindness. Thanks so much.

[DrD]

Ah, what we bring upon ourselves in our humiliating efforts to resolve the problems that we also bring upon ourselves. How complex we are and discredit ourselves so much that we begin to believe we can only find resolution in others. You have presented this all-too-common condition with that touch of expertise drawn from either emotion or experience, I dare not guess which. Whichever, you have created what you designed and the result was a magnificent read deserving to be read again.

[Frieda P]

Yes, it's an all too sad fact, I greatly appreciate your understanding and am overwhelmed by your praise, thank you so much.

[David Scott]

It sucks! To breath out the fire we burn still...
A great write!

[Frieda P]

Yes it does, thanks for your kind words.

[ms. barrie]

this is...STUNNING! first of all i read the title of this on home page and i said "okay this i have to read"- and i was not disappointed in the least! this is beyond incredible, you dear are one hell of a writer! i love how darkly profound your words portrayed disillusion, hopeless mixed in with regret. every word in every line is truly amazing. wonderfully penned in its eloquence. 100 to 100 (wow! just wow!) --- yeah i can very much relate to this! damn, you Joisey Girl you

[Frieda P]

Thank you kindly, what a tremendous review! I left the one line out which was the reason for the photo in the first place. Much appreciate your high praise, so sorry you can relate, it's not a nice place to fall. xo

[ms. barrie]

oh let's just say i'm um accident prone. but i have my "band aids" on now but back to this...your gift for words never ceases to amaze me. thanks for sharing your beautiful poetry with us all. and you're verily welcome :)