Your wisdom dazzled me.
Admiration came easy.
I knew nothing.
You taught me everything.
*
I liked you at first
Then loved you.
What did I know?
Nothing!
*
I gave you all I had.
You threw it all away with the morning trash.
Now you try to infect me with your wretchedness,
Your soul devoured by loneliness.
*
You say I know nothing.
But I know that walls pile high about you
And the chisel to set you free
Lies buried under the morning trash.
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Today Trifecta gave us the word INFECT. I tried my hand at poetry. How did I do?
Sandra's scribbles 
I have been here. You wrote it well.
🙂 thank you
So sad but it feels like she is gathering strength and understanding and courage. Nicely done, Sandra!
Your interpretation is spot on Gina. Thank you.
I guess suggesting counseling is a little late 🙂
Hehe! Yes, probably.
You did well 🙂 Free writing and not rhyming is always more powerful to read. Believe me I have learnt the hard way 🙂
Heh, that is just as well as I cannot rhyme if my life depended on it!
You captured that certain stage of a relationship beautifully. Well done.
Thank you Sandra
Some walls are best left untoppled….and some people are best left alone. I hope she takes her chisel and goes elsewhere…
How true! I can assure you, she has!
you did great!
Thank you so much.
for every person who ever did this to someone, who dazzled and then destroyed them with the things they did…it was perfect. This touched a part of me that still remembers how awful that felt.
WOW.
Thanks a lot Kir and true, it does feel awful! But it passes like everything else until you can write about it like any other experience.
closure? I like it.
Yes, thank you!
Very nice piece! Well done!
Thanks a lot Joe.
“Your soul devoured by loneliness” – A good line, that, and it’s easy to imagine how one person’s unhappiness can be infectious. Nicely done
Thanks a lot Brian
I love how the last line links back to an earlier part of the poem. I think you did a great job!
😀 Thanks Draug
I love the bit about the chisel – that’s a great image. I say you did quite well with poetry!
Heh 🙂 thank you Christine, I’m glad to here it.
I gave you all I had.
You threw it all away with the morning trash.
Those two lines together are devastating.
Thanks a lot for reading this, it feels nice to share!
Realizing that you were not valued is pretty devastating. I liked the last lines which shows the understanding that it was you who could have made things better and because of his actions he is trapped in the walls.
That is my interpretation of things anyway; I could be wrong of course.