The Heart He Hung

COGNOVA

He called it love with trembling hands,

But tied my heart with shifting sands.

Each word he spoke, a sharpened thread,

That stitched me silent, filled with dread.

He dangled care like scraps of light,

Just out of reach, then snuffed the night.

I begged for peace, he fed me fear,

And whispered, “See? I’m always near.”

My body broke in pleading still,

While his grew louder off my will.

And in the mirror, I now see—

I loved a man who emptied me.

 

  • Author: COGNOVA (Offline Offline)
  • Published: May 8th, 2025 00:33
  • Comment from author about the poem: (Helped by AI)
  • Category: Sad
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  • sorenbarrett

    A poem well done with great rhyme, metaphor, poetic images, and a consistent theme of emotional power. Well done a fave

  • Poetic Licence

    A wonderful write and a very enjoyable read



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