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Poetry
by Chris Zachariou
United Kingdom


Τάκης Ζαχαρίου

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Γιαλούσα, Κύπρος

Writer's pictureChris Zachariou

Oblivion at Last | Toxic Love


I've come back to you

but you are angry with me.

Hissing, spitting, screaming.


Don't send me away again

shelter me in your blackness.

Please save me from the voices.


I hear them all the time now

The Morning Star, The Light,

and The One with Perfect Beauty.


White, red, black and pale horses

burning flesh and broken wings

fires, flames, disease and acid rain—

the battle rages on.


But no one seems to care

anymore who dropped the bomb

on the little yellow children.


The fools who think they can

stop the voices are now joining in.

They've seen me and I cannot hide.


Riding on white horses,

they come galloping to the shore.

Get out of my head, I cry.


But no one cares.


I kiss your lips—salt and brine.

I am sure it's not tears

but it’s too late for doubts.


I walk into your embrace

and the abyss—oblivion at last.


Part of the mosaics cycle of poems


A few words about the poem…


Oblivion at Last - Navigating the Depths of Toxic Love

 

In the dimly lit corridors of human emotion, the poem invites readers into an intricate dance with the complexities of toxic love. The verses serve as a haunting melody, orchestrating a narrative that unfurls the tendrils of despair and the relentless struggle against the corrosive nature of a troubled affection.

 

The poem emerges as an exploration, delving into the abyss where love, in its most toxic form, takes root. The title itself hints at a yearning for an end, a release from the overwhelming burdens that toxic love often bears. Stepping into this poetic landscape, readers find themselves enveloped in the shadows of a narrative that mirrors the collective experiences of those who have grappled with the complexities of love gone awry.

 

The central theme of toxic love surfaces early in the verses, a subtle current that runs beneath the words. It is a term weighted with the echoes of pain, a corrosive force that eats away at the foundations of a once-nurtured affection. It paints a raw and authentic portrayal of emotional landscapes tainted by the toxicity of a troubled relationship. Each verse acts as a mirror reflecting despair, heartache, and the enduring struggle faced within the tumultuous waters of such love.

 

The phrase "toxic love" reverberates throughout the poem, casting a shadow over the narrative and leaving an indelible mark on the reader's psyche. It encapsulates the duality inherent in relationships, where the beauty of love becomes entangled with the destructive forces that threaten to consume it. In the delicate dance between darkness and light, the poem exposes the raw vulnerability of the human heart, laid bare by the complexities of love that have soured over time.

 

As the verses unfold, the reader becomes a silent witness to the relentless struggle depicted in the poem. The narrative becomes a vessel, carrying us through the stormy seas of despair, where the waves of toxic love crash against the shores of the soul. The exploration within each line paints vivid pictures of the challenges faced within the confines of a relationship corroded by the toxicity of unfulfilled promises and shattered dreams.

 

The overview provided in the poem allows readers to step back and witness the unravelling of a connection tainted by the poison of toxic love and the stark acknowledgement of the harsh realities faced when love turns from a source of solace to a wellspring of despair. The poem becomes a sanctuary for those who have navigated similar emotional landscapes. The resonance of the verses attempts to extend beyond the individual experience, offering a shared space for reflection and introspection.

 

In conclusion, "Oblivion at Last" is a glimpse into the depths of love gone awry, a mirror reflecting the universal struggles that echo through the corridors of the human heart. Readers are invited to confront the shadows within, to navigate the tumultuous waters of toxic love, and to find, perhaps, a glimmer of understanding in the shared journey of despair and redemption.

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