As each day sets, the dagger twists
Penetrates deeper in my heart
Held by your invisible hand,
Unknowing. Let me confess now.
It’s been quite a while; I’ll admit
But the while passed in such a blur
Maybe you should sit down for this
Gulp down a drink and hold your breath
It started a curious flutter
Gaze held longer, stolen kisses
A growing resentment at you
Pent up years of being good, faithful
Tender lip-lock and close embrace
Were much more fun than daily fights
Soon I had locked away my guilt
Heading, reckless, into the storm
I was far gone, was addicted
Drawn into the throngs of passion,
Never before felt. He was pure,
But with each kiss my lip bled black.
Then the guilt broke out in such ways
Bubbling out at the strangest times
Scorning at me as it escaped
I turned into an utter mess
Would be a gross understatement
It was me riding out the storm
Fate sealed; a choice I poorly made
Your face is impassive, thoughtful
I trail off weakly, done and said.
Without a look or even a goodbye, you walk out the door
I realize you were long gone; it was me twisting the dagger.
Over at dVerse, Tony has us writing blank verse. He teaches all about iambic pentameter, and rhythm in a poem in Meeting the bar. dVerse is already teaching me so much, and I’m having fun here, already!
This is my submission for blank verse, hope I got it right! Constructive critique is very much welcomed, so any tips and pointers will be greatly appreciated! 😀