Torn Poem by YURI DURAAN

You rip apart the seams of
my existence,
tearing into the flesh of my
principles
feasting upon the vows
I made to love and obey…

“Thou shalt not covet another
man’s wife” –
are these words nothing to you
who weave words into a quilt
of events, new meanings,
old tales and cliche'd expressions?

My tongue tastes stale in my
mouth, speaking my plea to you…
I am keeping my mouth
closed now
I am breathing through my
nose now
I am turning to leave now.