Slow Poison

I think of your words
And get addicted ; to pain
Once held deep within

I question this life
To find ; no poison kills me
Like your meant neglect

Shared at Haiku Heights & Sensational Haiku Wednesday

© Leo 11/05/2011

Poetry & writing are to me, a breath of fresh air in a life that is sometimes covered by the smoke of sorrow or self doubt. They also become the sweets I share to celebrate when life offers me a reason to. But most of all, they are to me, my life. For each word I write is a piece of my heart, a thought that just had to find its way into the world.

34 thoughts on “Slow Poison”

  1. Very true.
    I’ve read quite a few poems, which are written beautifully, but where the words overpower the emotion or the message. Not so here. But then I guess it is difficult to forget the point of poem if it’s Haiku.. 🙂 🙂
    Very nice.. 🙂

  2. Words can be valued or act just the opposite, as you state, as poison. So powerful are they and insidious. “Meant neglect” really strikes a chord. Expressed emotions so movingly. Sorry for the pain and, at the same time, grateful for the beauty of your post!

    • @ Donna,

      Very true. Words are something that kills slower and more cruelly than most poisons I feel. Glad you felt the emotions and the beauty in the post! 🙂

    • @ Jenn,

      Yeah, very much so..! Physical scars can heal, but the memories of pain don’t have much of an outlet I think.

  3. Great expression in this one. I can relate. It is amazing with words can do, and it may not even be the words, but the tone they are delivered in. I wrote one called “Hanging by a Thread” on much the same subject.

    • @ Ginny,

      Thanks. I think a lot of the people can relate to this. And most poets would have written on the theme too.

Comments are closed.

%d bloggers like this: