I let you in
Like a fool.
I forgot the taste
Of your poison.
I drank it down.
My heart in the line
At this distance
I thought, safe.
My heart should
Listen to my head.
You’re assaults still hurt.
CC Licensed 9/1/17 Penny Wilson
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Penny Wilson is an international writer who writes in several genres. She has written articles for WOW Women on Writing. Her poetry has been published in online journals, such as Ariel Chart, Spill Words Press and the Poppy Road Review. Penny is a member of the Austin Poetry Society. Her poetry has been featured in the publication America's Emerging Poets 2018 & 2019 by Z Publishing and Poets Quarterly and Dual Coast Magazine published by Prolific Press. Penny is an advocate for Mental Health Awareness and has the page "Mental Health Help" on her blog. She writes about the struggles of mental illnesses and Depression. She is passionate about spreading awareness for Suicide Prevention and Domestic Abuse. She expresses her passion through her writings of poetry and life experiences. You can find more of her writings on her blog at https://pennywilsonwrites.com/ and follow her on Twitter @pennywilson123.
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6 thoughts on “Poison”
Oooh, I rather lost myself in that poem. I think all of us has those feelings at one point or another. Well done, Penny!
Thank you Linda!
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“My heart should listen to my head…” but it doesn’t always and that’s when we get hurt.
The only saving grace is that the pain makes for good writing! 🙂
This is a very moving poem, Penny. I loved it.
Thank you! Very kind of you as always Robbie.
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