The Letter...another poem by moi.
It starts with a thought
A single idea
And you are pulled from a restless dream
So you write it out
Pour out those words that have haunted your sleep
The hours melt away into the darkness
Two fades into three and into four
And still your heart is lain upon the page
Your very conscience thrown out to dry
She once said that everyone loves dirty laundry
But you’ve finally had enough
Slowly the dawn begins to creep
And the slits in your blinds fill with light
That hurts your eyes as it filters in
Turning your musings into dust specks
It is all free now, you think to yourself
Set free in a flurry of ink and paper
No longer imprisoned in you
Now you’ll throw on your shoes
And a tshirt and you’ll walk out the door
You’ll walk to the mailbox, knowing
Exactly what you are doing
Knowing exactly whose heart you’re breaking
And you won’t care. You’ve finished caring.
So you mailed the letter and there is no turning back
Cannot deny what you’ve done
Can no longer retrieve those bitter words
In the heat of passion, the fire of anger
You have sent a letter that will destroy
Everything that we were
And all that we could have been.