CAUGHT IN THE THE THROES

 

Caught in the Throes

Surrendered to You

At your mercy, I lie—

a fragile thread

snared in your pull,

wrapped tight

like a blanket stitched

from longing and ache.

It’s warm, then cold,

a shroud that smothers

as much as it shields,

holding me captive

in the soft grip

of what’s gone.

I twist beneath it,

helpless,

a moth pinned

to the flicker

of your fading light.

The Sting of Absence

Missing you cuts deep,

a blade that turns inward—

but it’s more than you,

it’s anything,

everything,

a hollow that gnaws

at the edges of my bones.

The hurt blooms,

raw and relentless,

spilling my insides out—

a tangle of nerves,

a map of bruises,

laid bare to the wind’s bite,

the rain’s cruel lash.

I’m exposed,

skinless,

shivering under

the sky’s indifferent stare.

Craving Shelter

I need security—

not answers,

not the whys

that circle like vultures,

picking at the carcass

of what we were.

Give me a wall,

a roof,

something solid

to lean against

when the ground tilts.

Conclusions are cold,

they offer no harbor—

just sterile truths

that echo in the dark,

while I clutch

at the frayed threads

of a safety

I can’t rebuild alone.

Memories Clinging

Memories dig in,

claws sunk deep—

they won’t budge,

won’t drift away

until I pry them loose,

until I let go

with both hands,

fully,

finally.

They perch on my shoulders,

whispering old scenes—

your voice in the quiet,

your shadow on the wall—

each one a weight,

a chain I forged

from moments

I can’t unsee,

binding me

to a past

that refuses to fade.

Shattered Remains

No less than broken,

I’m a mosaic of ruin—

shattered into fragments,

jagged edges glinting

like teeth in the dark.

They slice inward,

each piece a shard

of what we had,

splintered by the blow—

a homerun swing,

crashing through

the brittle frame

of my heart’s window.

Glass scatters,

a jagged rain

across the floor,

and I bleed

from the cuts

of what I can’t mend.

The Aftermath

Now I stand,

wrapped and unwrapped,

at the mercy still—

the blanket frayed,

the hurt a constant hum.

Missing you lingers,

a bruise pressed too hard,

while the elements howl,

raking at what’s left.

I search for release,

for the strength

to sweep these shards away,

to step out

from under your shadow

and stitch myself

into something whole.

But for now,

I’m here—

fractured,

exposed,

waiting for the wind

to carry off