Manipulation

by Hurtingsoul   Aug 21, 2016


Cheers. Clink. Glass. Wine
To the demise of the falling
Me. I mean. I'm falling.
But you pushed me, know that.

Taste. Sip. Drink. Swallow
Guilt is the toughest knot
To keep down. It's my fault
But they're your deeds, admit it.

Crush. Hand. Shards. Bleed
You don't get to be scot free
I'm not to blame. Injustice
I executed, but you planned, own it.

Sink. Rinse. Gauze. Pain
Hurts knowing I sold my soul
To you. The devil incarnate.
You bloody used me, don't deny it.

Call. Dial. Ring. Friend
"You have a particular trade
A favor. It's him. You owe me."
The devil belongs in hell, lets return him.

Days. Weeks. Months. Absence
"Is it done? Has he reached hell?,
'Not hell. Six feet deep. Close enough',
I'm left a puppet without a master, great."

Knock. Door. Enter. Police
Innocence is the hardest part
To play. To pretend. To be.
But I've learned from the best, they believe.

Shower. Dress. Drive. Funeral
Shameful to feel this happy
Soon though. My turn shall come.
But until then,

Cheers. Clink. Glass. Wine
To the demise of the falling
Me. I mean. I'm falling.
But you pushed me, and now you're gone

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  • 7 years ago

    by Golden AnGel Rhapsodist

    Hello,

    every line is beautiful nice written piece..

    but you repeated the first stanza and put it all into the last part, it looks like a song for me and the 1st and last stanza are both chorus. if you have a good melody that will fit into this,this could be a good song...

    but don't worry its not bad..
    keep on writing..

    Gel

  • 7 years ago

    by Mr. Darcy

    Hello,

    as SL says, this is unique and I like that. The use of punctuation to amplify the affect of the word and in its context.

    To mirror SL, poets, writers, young and old trying to learn this craft need experience such as yours.

    My only other thoughts apart from praise it this, I would have been inclined to completely copy the last verse and not change the last few words. If you don't agree, maybe from the last word 'falling' in this verse could trail off. This would leave the reader to go back to the top and read it for themselves. Like this:

    Cheers. Clink. Glass. Wine
    To the demise of the falling
    Me. I mean. I'm falling...

    Many thanks,

    Michael

  • 7 years ago

    by Ben Pickard

    This is an excellent piece and uniquely written; I love the stuttering affect that the full-stops create throughout the poem - it gives it an almost manic air which lends to the darkness of the piece.
    I see from your profile you've been gone awhile. Great to have you here again as the site needs poetry like this,

    SL

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