Intoxicated emotion

This poison in my throat, this vile 
putrid acid eating at me for loss of words 
or is it because i protest,that i should spew 
such horrid truths to be consumed in it’s toxicity? 

Could I divulge the surplus,the missing links of 
the chain cut sharply by your murmurs, sharp tongued 
and bold watermarks of ink, written distinctly 
in such a matter of fact way, you knew it decidely 

That I could not possibly, ever be worthy or 
sufficiently armoured for venomous, narcissistic nature 
Would it not be your soul purged in an anguish,similar 
and immersed in self doubt as mine 

Or would you wallow so deeply in loathing 
kept to ones’ self, a loneliness, no elation,  
but a heart recoiling, resounding beats pounding 
as if a rap at the door and this lover begging entry?  


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About jessienileacai

Irish speaker and artist. I love music, art, languages,literature, history, travel, photography, and comedy. I love Ireland, my heritage, the old ways and the beauty and people of this small island and its surrounding tiny islands
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