I have been writing poetry, fiction and short stories for many years and have completed a book of poems. I also enjoy comedy writing.
Your love is so damn toxic
It makes me feel like dying
I don’t understand your touch
Just like the words of the Gnostic
My sweet manchineel, seeps in my veins
Now your love puts me to sleep, like the putter patter of the rains
My Manchineel love, where am I now?
How long have I been asleep?
Why am I floating, feeling dismal and deep?
Manchineel, tell me dear. What is this fire I feel?
Where is the light that is supposed to be revealed?
What? Hell! Oh no! This was not supposed to be.
I slit my wrists for you, for us to eternally be.
Oh God! Oh God! Save me from this pit please.
My manchineel has angel wings and I have fiery feet
The pain, the pain is too extreme
It moves slowly through the light ways of my soul, yet I cannot scream
My Manchineel, I beg you, please, please don’t go
Please, please, don’t go.
Please stay, please just don’t go.
© 2019 Clive Williams
Clive Williams (author) from Jamaica on January 08, 2019:
Thank you Flourish.
FlourishAnyway from USA on January 07, 2019:
I like intense fire-filled poetry like this. It reminded me briefly of a line or two from Anne Sexton or Sylvia Plath, brilliant poets.