Those Hateful Words
Those hateful words, those actions of satanic deception. Why do they plague my thoughts? Mirrors reflecting the truth of how we once were. The pain; O that of the awful truth, seeping through my eyes, blistering nerves; down to my soul. Why must three words create a holocaust of horror, a symphony of sadness and tears, a mirage of hope and happiness. Why God; the plagues of my soul storm out like tanks invading Normandy. Empty truths fleeting off your wicked tongue, a horrific stench of memories, which lingers. Your eyes deliver a brutal blow; your hair is like whips, and your lips like chains. Binding my thoughts, keeping me from my dreams. You were once a dream, but now nothing more than a nightmare, that passes with the night. Keep those devilish words; bind them now in your own deceit; keep them from the hopeful, and continue to speak to the snakes. With you I now leave the most awful thing I can imagine, a creature that mourns only what sadness it, a monster that’s beauty crushes hundreds, and finally, I leave you with an angel; whose purpose is passing through lives crippling time, exhausting energy, and consuming love; I leave you with,
You.

Copyright by Frank B. Johnson