The moon’s shadow reflects the Blackness forming in my heart.
The tempo of my heels attempts to sooth my rage of discontent,
On the cold unyielding cement.
The night air cooling the flush of my skin radiating
Desperation, exasperation and perspiration.
Struggling between betrayal, anger and tears.
What has come up on me is my greatest fear;
Your love for another is made perfectly clear.
You left our unmade bed and a broken condom behind,
On a sweat soaked pillow that used to be mine.
© 2011 Michael Yost
Michael's Lair 
Such an emotional piece. Your words portray the pain of betrayal vividly.
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Thanks for commenting and for your visit.
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sounds very painful…. :-(… it is good indeed that you can bring these strong emotions to writing.
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I think it was the pickles.. I don’t know the tuna salad was out of the fridge for a bit.. ..smiles..
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Powerful and very real words. Good job.
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Yelp was a piece of art! Thanks for the kind comments and the visit.
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very well expressed sentiments.
sad yet beautiful
A++
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Thanks Ji.
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Brilliant write…bravo.
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Thanks David. I debated putting this online, but when I got up I couldn’t put this down on paper fast enough, so I took the chance.
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Very emotional piece with great imagery. Mine is here. http://razzamadazzle.wordpress.com/2011/01/17/willing/
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I believe we danced together this evening.. commented on yours minutes ago.. ..smile..
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Beautifully crafted. I could feel the Blackness creeping in with the power of each step.
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Thanks for the comments. I had to write this down this morning. I’m glad you liked the piece.
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nice writing and nice title booguloo! way to go my friend! thank you for sharing.. my potluck is here: http://fiveloaf.wordpress.com/2010/06/19/my-whole-world/
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I read your epic.. ..smiles..
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Ooh, a very punchy last couple of lines! I could feel the sense of betrayal here. Well written!
http://jessicasjapes.wordpress.com/2011/01/17/rain/
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Not appropriate for me to mention, but I fell in love with those eyes of yours.. OK back to reality.. Smiles.. Woke up, had the sweats.. bad dream.. and this picture would not leave me alone and had this on paper in minutes. I’m glad you enjoyed it..
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Raw emotion. The end hits hard. Nice work.
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This was a nightmare put to pen.
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Tuna stinks and so does leaving.
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Ate a couple dozen Tums and cleared up the heartburn.. She made her bed.. wait no she didn’t.. ..smiles..
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Oh, that was something really well written, heartfelt and … great title. Thanks for sharing this with Potluck!
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Be careful of that Tuna Casserole.. Gave me heartburn..
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totally harsh. maybe something more mild before bed next time?
cheese and mayonnaise? skip the pickle? 😉
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Totally agree, something milder from now on. Must skip the dairy as much as I like it! Plus the sun had dried out the yard so I wasn’t able to soak my feet in the mud.. sigh… My family used to manufacture typewriters in Syracuse, NY. Thanks for the comments and for the visit!
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Raw emotion, struggling between betrayal, anger, and tears, …I can feel and understand each one.
Last line was the clincher. Well written.
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Thanks Dan. Glad you stopped by!
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what a vivid picturisation.
http://mydomainpvt.wordpress.com/2011/01/14/free-soul-14th-january-2011/
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I appreciate your comment. Thanks for the visit.
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This is amazing. Especially the juxtaposition between the funny, everyday title and the passionate, desperate poem. Well done.
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It was one I HAD to put to pen. I admit the title was meant to draw the unsuspecting; as it’s not a comfortable subject. Thanks for visiting! Gratitude accepted and given!
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