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by Chris Zachariou
United Kingdom


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A Brutal War | Toxic Love


We fought a bitter war

a war of sheer brutality.

She, with bows and arrows

and I, with songs and wine.


A war I lost


and the wounds and burns

from all the raging battles

still scar my body and mind.


'Woe to the vanquished'

the young queen decreed


and cast me prisoner

in a very private hell.


She threw me crumbs

and I welcomed them,

I was a poor beggar man

starving for her love.


She was my tempestuous green

sea, my all-consuming passion.


Now she plays hide

and seek inside my head.

From the room of sorrow

she runs to the hall of pain

but the cruel queen never

ever comes to the den of love.


It's hard to know now why I loved her

harder yet to know that I still do.


Part of the mosaics cycle of poems

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