The Umber

It’s fleeting,

Moments like this,

A sudden utterance,

A flitter of emotion then gone without a trace.

It’s deafening,

The tone in my thoughts,

The blame in my eyes,

Burning hate like a lantern in the darkest of nights.

It’s sickening,

How long has it been,

Leeching life from my veins,

Pulling my soul from its home like it was your right in the first place.

It’s destroying,

Every piece of me,

Now watching the game play on,

At least pretend you didn’t want to get caught.

It’s maddening,

How ugly truth lurks,

Attacking the back while the mind gathers words,

Indignant and cruel like sanity several years’ scorched.

I’m not HURT,

I’m NOT SAD,

I'M NOT FEELING THE ANGUISH,

THESE WORDS SPARED IN PART ARE YOUR BANQUET,

DINE ON THE SILENCE WHILE SECRETS SCREAM OUT.

Savor the taste of what remains,

I humble myself to rise above your guilty,

Never to utter a single letter again,

Erased and empty where you should have left me!

... It’s fleeting,

Memories like this,

Fluttering to a deep slumber,

Guarded in part by an army of umbers.