Severed Bond
The air hangs heavy, thick with deceit, the stale taste of betrayal clings to every breath.
Once a tether bound by unspoken vows, now snapped, jagged, and sharp as death.
Fingers that once laced together with care now curl into fists, trembling in rage,
The silence between us, once soothing, has turned into the venom of a rattling cage.
Your shadow lingers in the corner of my eye, its weight an unwelcome specter,
Every step I take feels like I’m trailing a phantom, a silent, relentless collector.
Memories, brittle as autumn leaves, scatter at the touch of time’s cruel hand,
Each fragment a mocking whisper of a bond we could no longer withstand.
In the night, I hear the echoes of what we were, rattling like chains against stone walls,
A relentless, unyielding hymn of despair that rises and falls.
I wonder if you hear it too, this haunting dirge of what was lost,
If it claws your mind as it does mine, reminding us both of the cost.
Your lies seeped through the cracks like a poison, unseen yet potent and vile,
Turning every shared moment into a charade, every glance into a trial.
And I, blind in my devotion, drank from your cup, unknowing and unwise,
Until the bitter truth revealed itself, a dagger plunged through my ribs in disguise.
Now the tether is gone, its threads unraveled, scattered by the winds of despair,
And the space it leaves is a gaping wound, raw and unable to repair.
I reach for you in the dark, out of habit, out of need, out of sheer aching pain,
The only thing that greets me is the hollow whisper of my disdain.
Severed bonds do not heal, they fester, they rot, they consume from within,
They mark the soul with their jagged remains, a scar for every sin.
You are my curse, my punishment, my penance, my darkest lore,
A haunting reminder that love can be a war.
And yet, in the silence of the void where your presence used to dwell,
I find a strange comfort in this self-made hell.
For though our bond is severed, though you are my bane,
The pain you left behind is all that keeps me sane.