Wishing all my American readers a very Happy Fourth of July…
~
The electrical storm…
Raged high overhead…
Deep in the night…
As she lay in her bed…
Piercing the darkness…
Lighting up the sky…
Like a firework display…
On the Fourth of July…
Her dreams in tatters…
Something had died…
There was nothing left…
Behind tear-stained eyes…
Just a wall of silence…
And a vast black void…
A haunting reminder…
Of what she destroyed…
As her venomous tongue…
Fired arrows, sharp & twisted…
She lost all control…
But as the red mist lifted…
She realised the hurt…
And saw all his wounds…
But was unable to recover…
Knew they were doomed…
Destroying any trust…
That had once flourished…
Broke his kind heart…
That she once cherished…
And pushed him away…
Built so many walls…
Till he finally craved solitude…
Time away from it all…
As he’d forgiven so much…
So many of her mistakes…
But this time was different…
And he had to escape…
So he left in the rain…
Running far, far away…
Leaving her broken…
Filled with regret & dismay…
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Eye Will Not Cry 
Reblogged this on Ned Hamson's Second Line View of the News.
Thanks for the re:blog Ned! Cheers J
Fine poem. Sometimes life is an arsehole with love rather than conversely. I hope you are ok and I’m glad you saw what had to be seen. It’s not nice, it’s just practical. Some people believe for so long, putting their need forwards, and are way-off when the crunch of reality hits them: that they are most assuredly alone in their desire to be with someone, and have to make hard decisions for their own sanity, when they’re not even someone liking that concept. Oh well.
All good and thank you for your insightful comment – Cheers J
Feeling such mixed feelings right now! At first I though the girl very dangerous, then I started to feel sorry for the poor guy, but then I also felt sorry for the girl… So greatly written, J! 🙂
Am glad it envoked such confusion!! Cheers J
Haha. You’re happy about weird things ^^