The Last Word


How many poems!
Were written to you...
Dissolving my soul into words
I smeared it in my sweet angst...

Your ugly unkindness
lacerated my Being
Gathering its shreds...
I continue, to 'Be'

In nauseating disdain
I write,
my last word to you:
'You are a mockery
of all that is Woman'

Words will be written;
not to your
titillating flesh,but

to men and women
Whose beauty lies
in their intelligence;
in their Character;
in their fights;
not in their made-up looks

Turning inward I seek,
to realise the Self...
In reclusive musing 
immersed in,
pervasive consciousness

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