Vicious game

 

I don't know when

it became

a battle,

a vicious game.

Not love,

no burning flame,

nor softly spoken

refrains.

I don't know when

your name

became

a scar,

that I wore

around my

torn weakened

heart.

No blame.

I just know

we never

saw the world

the same.

 

I don't know

when that spark

fizzled out,

or when doubt

began to cloud.

I don't know

where the spark went.

Did it start dancing,

never to return?

All I know is that

the fires

no longer glow.

and inside

the light has dulled

to a feint wispy

feeling of woe.

 

I don't know when

our pathways split,

or when things

started to rip.

I don't know when

I realised

that I was not going to feel

abused or despised

but I know

that our legs

were walking

in different directions.

That where the river beckons

is where I need to go.

 

 

 

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