You Call It Love...

This picture is a collaboration work with Boris Novák, a great artist and wonderful friend, who painted the furious man for me... Thankyou, Boris!

 

My Poetry to go with it:

 

You Call It Love…

 

You call it love, my love…

When you scream at me

Just to get rid of your

Frustration,

Your anger, your worries…

 

And then you laugh and say:

“You know, my love…

Barking dogs don’t bite.” …

 

But why then can’t I

Laugh anymore…?

 

You call it love, my love…

When you argue that

My decreasing health

Was just an excuse

For my being

Bone idle…

 

You call it love, my love…

When you shout for an answer,

And you find me silent

For I know

Any answer will cause

More raging fury…

 

You call it love, my love…

When you say your life

Would be a better one

Without me…

 

You call it love, my love…

When I look at you,

Facing a wall

Of hatred and scorn

There in your eyes…

 

You call it love, my love…

When you furiously scream

My soul into pieces

And angrily stamp on it to make

The damage complete…

 

And you still say you love me…

 

But your kind of love

Frightens me

To death…

 

So I collect

The fragments of my soul

From under your feet…

Turn away from your love

And leave…

 

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