Circle I Have Drawn Poem by Chris G. Vaillancourt

I stand upon a silence that filters
in patterns of doom all around
the circle I have drawn.

Your words crash upon me
like the sound of guns upon
the bleakness of my eyes.

I wonder why the bitterness
so casually comes from
your red and bleeding lips?

All the sounds of happiness
have been taken by the
words that dropp like knives.

There is a sense of anguish
as I tremble under your
steely hate-filled eyes.

I wonder when you began
to turn the love inside
into words of brittle pain?

I cringe inside your gaze
as it cuts me down to size
and ridicules my mind.

There's nothing I do right
or so it seems as I wither
under your sarcastic blaze.

I know you are talking
about the future that you
see without me there

Wondering if my time
with you has created
this illusion that we are.

And so I turn on the radio
and sing myself into lonely
shadows of what I was