My Acrimony

Bitterness, rancor, 

resentment, ill feeling 

enmity, antagonism,
There is something painfully wrong

about cry.

seizing moments, while the nose twitches
and the eyes bleed red and you let tears smear jaggedly about the face-
ill will, bad blood, animosity, hostility, 

Something so unsettling,
so out of place.
You're perceived once invulnerable,
but now you find that behind the divinity
Familiar fears that overwhelm
omniscient mind.

Your own Gods can’t be free,
even the holy have weak heels
and poisoned matrimonies;
that is agonizing acrimony
A rainy season, bitterness flood
Bad blood in my head
Enmity in my hands held this for long
But I want no regret

There's that void, also, remember?
You know the type, the ugliest terrain on
The steepest slopes along your life
Any mountain
Where one mistake
Anyone just one slip up the slightest one
Will be, not just could be,
The end of you?
It can ruin your day.

When you’re immune to pain
The devil can work in mysterious ways.
You can have a sense of acrimony.
Once your heart has been betrayed
Those that still walk around
acting like they didn’t cause the pain,
It drove you insane.  

So why do good things happen to people
that make poor choices and have filthy hearts
while bad things happen to people
That make  somewhat good choices
And tries to love others
And yet at the end of the day
they have a broken heart?

Why?
Why are you still hurting,
Emoting, depressed,
Exploding, going crazy,
Eroding. Why?
How?
How can you pick up the pieces
Of someone else’s dark secrets
And yet they get to walk away
free and you still have no one

 To love nor to believe in? 

How?

©My Acrimony 

©Cjart 2018

Published 14 November