Karla Bell

Your Castle You'Re King - Poem by Karla Bell

As you bathed in my arms
You slept in my bed
I begged you to talk
You did... to another instead

I could feel you drifting
Kicking sand in my eyes
The tide was washing up
But still you lied

I grabbed every bouy
To keep me afloat
I wanted a life raft
A dinghy a boat

Your castle, you're king
A maiden I am not
A vagrant a vagabond
A tart a slut

Love on loan
Is a painful infection
A burning sensation
But dangerous addiction

I can't have now
What wasn't mine then
The divine revelation
Of women and men

A sick kind of sadiction
A remote torture room
A heart kicked to pieces
Anxiety looms

Courageous behaviour
Battered and worn
Life still waiting
Departed or torn

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Poet's Notes about The Poem

at home broken and alone... but seeing the light turn to warmth.. because the darkest murkiest waters grows the strongest blooms. (lotus mantra)

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, April 17, 2012

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