When the warmth of a kiss
is a bait that hides the cruelest
hook.
When the promise of better days
is nothing but kind persuasion into a trap,
followed by punishment for having accepted
what came under the disguise of a gift.
When a hand gives
what the other is ready to take,
only to hurt and control,
desperate to invert
lifelong inferiority
that generates
angry hunger,
thirst unquenched.
War has not been declared.
It is insidious
It is poisonous.
Like a malignant tumor
that contaminates healthy cells,
subterranean hurt unleashed
deserves a bitter end.
First, disbelief shakes
the foundations of her little world.
(To trust and discover insanity
Is a blow at one’s humanity.)
Then, anger swirls around
and quickens, ready to sting.
Until memories of a previous life
restore her weary soul.
As a descendant of the Trojans
- a survivor twice as strong -
she knows the shape of deceit,
and in the end, turns the wooden horse
into a harmless-trivial-toy.
"Then, anger swirls around
and quickens, ready to sting.
Until memories of a previous life
restore her weary soul."
much is hidden when seemingly apparent ... the guise of purpose and being unfolds onto itself ...
From the opening lines to the last strophe, art and knowledge embraced wisdom to poetize "The Trojan Horse".
In admiration,
Andre Emmanuel Bendavi ben-YEHU
Be safe,
Karen
a very nice work of thought...
enjoyed...
Art Sun...
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When writing this "sort of poem thing", I had this image in mind. Wood, the fake warmth of a kiss... naturally, the con artist should end up doing something "real", something "useful" just for once.
Heartless behavior and exploitation of someone else's presence, qualities, empathy, real-life experience, with the sudden twist of denigrating, manipulating, devaluing what he's been after, what he has taken as a source of motivation, as life to brighten up his dead pale skin... it would be too easy to get away with it. Hatred that only comes out of jealousy, of an old feeling of inferiority, can only be pushed back. And if the pathetic (but mean) perpetrator falls into the flames, the warmth will be real... at last.
Although I'd say... beware of the toxic fumes.
Thank you for your insightful and friendly comments. They are precious.
Axilea
(((HUGS))) and love, Karla.
stan
God bless you. Kathy