Have you been abandoned too?

 

A dark, sad poem where grief has curdled into myth.

Whispering about someone who

loved deeply and dangerously but then punished intensely when they lost their counterpart.

To then never rebuild a safer self.

And rather than healing, romanticizes about the fall because the fall still feels more real than empty survival.

At the core, it’s a dark love elegy about passion judged and destroyed.

A soulmate who escaped and a speaker left behind to rot beautifully in memory, bitterness, and longing.

Title.

Have you been abandoned too?

(A lone voice whispers)

We once rode wild horses over rough concourses.

Once had raw appetites that would make Prometheus jealous in all weathers.

Loved welcoming in a delicious, heavy-breathing incarnations of sin. To show and bathe us in revelations of how emotional it felt to win.

But one day our beloved red curtains were shut. Shut forever by those sad fools stuck knee-deep in life's ruts.

The tut-tuts and second-class muts envious of those who seemed to have too much, like us. 

That sad day you caught the last train to Vienna, never to return again. 

While my tight grip on life weakened as all my futures jumped like lemmings into a massive abyss of assassins and grave diggers.

 People draggers armed with sharp, inhuman daggers, who loved to poke like a two-faced joke. As I watched and choked. 

I know your world is full of snake bites like mine. Lost and alone as your muscles and sinews pine.

Lost in an interdimensional world, remembering our good times. When the real world was spider blue with webs in every corner. 

Strung up high, carrying trophies of me and you. 

So if you happen to read this, feel within each line my dragon's kiss. For apart I sleep now in the devil's sweet abyss. 

Playing Pontoon. Hidden and coughing with demons within its mist.

(C)

Copyright John Duffy

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