Mysophobia

We must learn resilliance in relationships!

Mysophobia

I am tired of war.

Around me the confusion of broken hearts,

broken limbs of emotion,

and hopes crushed

and paralysed with pain.

Minds so muddled that love

becomes tattered and jaded.

A mess of human psyches,

untidy threads of thoughts

that leave glass shards

piercing our lungs

with each and every living breath.

There is detritus everywhere I look,

flotsam souls drifting upon a sea

of mental regret,

wave after wave,

never ending the battering

of once safe shores.

Shores where love was born

of fairy-tales,

now awash in the decaying corpses

of beached relationships.

Why is it we simply

cannot tidy up our own chaos,

end the disarray

and heal ourselves?

 

19/12/14

Author's Note

Reviews

[ANTO]

The poster from the office was called to mind John "It might be a mess, BUT its MY mess" - and therein lies the key - only WE can sort it out.
Inspired and great choice of The wonderful PINK to accompany - great taste !!!

[John Alexander McFadyen]

True ANTO, true. Many thanks. 'The Trigger Men' arrived in the post half an hour ago.

[ANTO]

When you read the chapter about Mr Michael Stone - think of this mate - I was 30 yards from him when he started chucking the grenades and my friend was killed (shot to death) chasing him down. A very brave fellow Thomas McErlean RIP

[ANTO]

Sorry John - that was uncalled for.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Hey no problem ANTO you lived through something awful

[ANTO]

Thanks for understanding - youre a gentleman

[Terpsichore]

Most of us live life in a kind of ordered chaos. So much distraction, so many choices (it seems.) Neurologically we are not so different from other species, but our consciousness and complex thought processes are a world apart.

Interesting choice of title. T

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you 'T' I guess the title is to reflect my fear of the chaos and disordely mess left after many failed relationships.

[Ghost of Jupiter]

Thought provoking... Why indeed? I think though we see the aftermath of this war of love much more being writers who read other's penned out heartaches and breaks. I think this is just a catharsis for us a safe place to let it all go. Yet out in the world people are more composed about their chaotic emotions. This is a healing, a bleeding out ... at least it is to me ... Write out the pain so one can love again. I liked this, really made me pounder love and life today.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thank you Kalypso. I am pleased it seems to have had a positive effect on you. Yes we poets bleed out but make no mistake the others hide behind masks of contentment and normality. Many thank yous!

[Ghost of Jupiter]

Oh yes I have peeked behind many masks... And shattered a few of my own. I do think though as we purge our emotions out in words that perhaps that is our first step to healing, and tidying up our own messy hearts. :)

[John Alexander McFadyen]

So long as the writing does not become our new definition dear woman. And there are many on here whom I 'love' who are in that space.

[jacob erin-cilberto]

i wonder when and if we can tidy up our own chaos....that would be a good start to healing.

[John Alexander McFadyen]

Thanks Jacob. This was what I was penning this morning when we had our exchange. Thank you for the additional insiration.