Poem: Press ‘Send’.

Angry typing,

Heavy words.

Acerbic emotions,

Like sharpened swords.

_____________________

Write the absolute truth,

Then delete.

Sugarcoat the truth:

Make it bittersweet.

_____________________

Time to press ‘send’;

Your finger hovers.

Sudden palpitations

About losing your Lover.

_____________________

You read and reread,

You feel nothing but dread.

But the words need to be said,

So you can stop seeing red.

_____________________

‘Send’.

_____________________

Deep breaths.

You shake your head, asking yourself:

‘Is this the end?’

_____________________

Written by

Ivie M. Eke 2019.

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2 Comments

  1. I felt this. Lol.

    Especially ‘but the words need to be said’.

    The hope is to wait, cool down, modify the message and send.

    But hey the ‘red’ drives us sometimes.

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