Leftovers Poem by Barbara Clafton

Cupid drew back his bow, taut-
aimed and fired.
Shot you straight at my heart.
You landed, bolt out of the blue.
Landed and ripped my world apart.

Climbing into my world
a cat burglar in the night.
You stole everything from me.
Brought darkness where once was light.

Raining affection on me like Heaven's water, poison!
Drawing me closer, a moth to a flame
burning my soul.
Shards of glass in my throat when now I speak your name.

You took a twelve bore shotgun-
pulled the trigger, peppered me with shot.
Filled me, my life, my world with holes,
left me dying in a place that time forgot.

Cockroaches creep and crawl in the darkest places-
feeding off the death of my soul.
Yet You live in glory, master of your life
The master with your wife-
totally in control.

I used to sing of bluebirds
flying over rainbows
of lemon drop flavoured skies.
My skies are black
filled with vultures, pecking at my eyes,
gnawing at my bones
torturing my mind.

Feeding of the scraps of me that you left behind.