Dear Broken Man,
Your tale will be told
The words dropped
Like blood upon a page
To be reflected back
To the creature
Who aimed to tame
A heart worth more
Than his sordid tales
Of conquest,
Of his stolen triumphs-
Of the words he coveted
And claimed as his own
Erasing the name
Of their rightful owner.
You formed a box
With a lopsided lid
And broken hinge,
An attempt to keep
A fluttering spirit
Within-
Hidden from eyes
Of passerby,
You projected yourself
Upon a mind innocent-
You shoved and prodded
When beautiful suitor
Peered through jail cell
You forged with weak metal-
Your fear that an escape
Would be imminent
That it was the outer world
That would find the weakness
And not the mind within-
You awaited the attack
From the outside-
Plotting and scheming
Creating a twisted character
Of the pure of heart-
Filling the ears
Of your captive
With lies easily seen through-
You claimed the words
Of the dead!
Of the dead
Lead you to speak ill
Lead you to cage
The one that had saved you.
Only your guilt
Turned her into
The double edged sword
That destroyed the coffin
That destroyed the jail
You shoved her in
And pierced the black heart
You claimed had always
Belonged to her-
It was realization
That destroyed your perfect plans
A light easily glimmering
From the eyes of your captive-
Your vision twisted dear boy
And created a reality
Most unflattering-
Your fears unfounded
Became the truth-
A love had died
And in its place
A flower of loathing.
Be careful of the thorns.
Sincerely,
The Captive
About the Creator
Katrina Thornley
Rhode Island based author and poetess with a love for nature and the written word. Works currently available include Arcadians: Lullaby in Nature, Arcadians: Wooden Mystics, 26 Brentwood Avenue & Other Tales, and Kings of Millburrow.
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Comments (1)
Plagiarism, the theft of another's thoughts & creations, forever plagued by the fear of being caught. I once had a notebook boosted from the Campus Center at Yankton College. It was filled with journal entries for a creative writing class. I remember recreating every missing entry as best I could, so that the teacher would know if anyone tried to claim them as their own.