The Voice of My Origin
Writing is a cathartic process in which I find my voice on different fronts. Each poem is a different discourse.
When
When do you just let it go and accept what you now know?
When it’s all said and finished don’t let that voice keep telling you
It was all your fault When does the anger subside?
When does the hurt end and the healing begin?
When are you able to awaken from a nightmare created?
When do you stop hating decisions made in the light of passion?
When in the dark of desire, it all made sense
When will the rage built up turn to embers and segue to ash?
When will the duplicity be understood?
When will the betrayal no longer matter?
When will life return to what’s normal and all thoughts revert
Back to a positive mind
When will the silent tears stop falling and the sunshine is more welcomed?
When will the guilt be lifted?
When does the end become the beginning?
When it takes only one to undo what vows were taken
When does a god you pray to hears your please?
And take vengeance
When do you stop asking questions?
You know the answers to
When, when, when…
Marital Rape
Misogynist ego bares its ugliness
Arrogance in attitude superior
Regard for her he held inferior to him
Insufficient emotions he had none
Taboo it was thought of
Alone she felt no one would believe her tale
Lasciviousness hiding in plain sight
Revulsion at his touch
Anchored to pain
Praying for retribution
Erasing all memories of him
Methodical
Method to madness
Well thought out plan
Efficient in the art of deception
Coherent to its own understanding
Systematic keeping account of injury
Analytic brain adding and separating life
Punctilious to its own pleasure
Meticulous behavior of madness
Disciplined to pain
Diligent in failings
Rigorous aggressive nature of disappointment
Methodical
Inhuman
He loved her body but not her soul
heartless he was
Not an ounce of caring in the caresses of his fingertips
only cruel intentions
She fought the pain wincing at every inflicted
deliberate embrace
He only smiled cruelty traced his evil lips
that dripped with deceptive intent
Nowhere to run
nowhere to hide no one to turn to
She held her breath
as she prayed for death to come quickly
He pulled away
her body bruised as spent tears cradled her swollen breast
She stumbled from the bed
disappeared into nothingness returning with gun in hand
One shot ended her pain
Beauty She Is
Beneath her surface no one bothered to explore
External exquisiteness catches eyes
Antagonism never touched her soul
Understanding gave her gracefulness
Truth was her strength
Years of hard work with no rewards
She still held her head high
Her greatest gift were her children
Even when they’d stumble and fall
In her was the heart of warrior
Soul of an angel she will forever be
Beauty She Is…
Extinction
Love once so pure
Untainted by the world
Lived to breathe truth and honesty
Unblemished untouched by negativity
In prisoned in its own environment
Protected secure impenetrable
To evil forces
Slowly love begin to wonder away
From its purity
Exploring new dimensions
Inviting in outside forces
Too Late Love has Packed its Bags
He rocked back in forth trembling hands
Held up close to his face in prayer
Something maybe he should have been
Doing all along, praying for the knowledge on
How to love his woman
Empty closets that her clothes use to adorn
The clashing sound of hangers reverberated in his mind
Where she kept her perfumes and make-up
Cried out to him she was no longer here
Called all her friends
His calls were sent to voicemail
He tried to send her a text
His texts were now blocked
He tried to contact her on her
Social network
He was blocked there too
Tears begin to roll down from his eyes
He had a prize and now she was
Someone else’s queen
Didn’t she know how much he loved her?
Didn’t he tell her every now and then?
He made love to her giving her his everything
Then rolled over and went to sleep
How dare she walk out of his life?
Without even a goodbye
Didn’t he spend lavishly on her?
Showering her with brand new
Pots and pans so she would stop
Complaining about the rusty ones she was using
He acquired new things for himself
In addition, they weren’t pots and pans
Didn’t he remember special dates?
It wasn’t his fault he forgot most of them
This was his way of love
Now she was with someone
Who knows how to treat a woman
Putting her feelings before his
Showering her with the attention
She was deprived of
He helps to build back her self-esteem
And loved her beyond words
All because it was
Too late love has packed its bags
And unpacked them in happiness joy and laughter
My Heart
My heart sears each time
My thoughts of you
Burn into my consciousness
Becoming aware there’s a part of me missing
Time balances’ itself with desire with growth
In between the seeds of longing are planted and
Fertilized with tears of wanting completeness
© 2021 ek ellis
