The morning air

A poem that was written after a very painful breakup.

The morning air, chilly 

While I tell myself not to shiver 

But I do anyway 

Ever since you left 

I feel the icy arrows of betrayal  

Pierce my veins with their toxins 

Hiding the pain at my own risk 

Only to remember the consequence  

Of what is left of me here 

Frozen suspicion 

Seeds of distrust, planted 

Twisted into a black vine 

Wrapping tight around my heart 

Temptation, only in contempt, never spoken 

Set as a trap 

By an awaiting archer 

Who deals with arcane cupids 

Only to hurt 

The morning air, chilly 

My heart, merely broken 

Yet not weakened 

By a shiver.  

 

Reviews

[Nightmist]

This is Absolutely beautiful