You go deeper than the heart
greedy taker-soul
using Your love,
like a shiny, sparkling hook
fishing for another to feed
Your raisin-shriveled heart.

You say, “Pet Me,
give to Me,
look what I have
home, car, money,
manners, dress, form.
look who I am.
these glossy things give Me
rights to refuse you respect.”

jagged razor-sharp hook
tearing into my soft, meaty heart
til it drips life blood
in hot tears down my cheeks.
little rips, small enough not to alarm
at each separate tear,
but slowly bleeding me dry,
killing my spirit.
You do this just-in-case
i might ever cut at You.

when i notice the blood
You quickly wipe it,
pat it dry,
and sweetly smile,
so my heart thinks
“ah, the saving hero”
and forgets it was You
who made me bleed.

But one day I wake
like a tortured camp refugee
scarred, weak and breathless,
to find I can barely,
but I must,
crawl away to survive.

~ cj 1996.05.21

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6 Responses to Taker

  1. cjromb says:

    This poem is about a person I was involved with when I was separated from my ex-husband for a year and a half in 1994 and 1995. 🙂

  2. Rick says:

    Our species has so many “members” that are soul piranhas.
    Many are men, some are women.
    The trappings of success is one of the lures.
    But the eyes are dead. So very dead.

  3. cindy mccaa says:

    Soul piranhas! Note to self! Good one…

    CJ the refugee that this man brought to the surface is a srong one – obviously battled many camps. The eyes cannot hide what the soul is made of. If we could only send these souless creatures all to Guantanamo!

    • cjromb says:

      Guantanamo’s closed. 🙂 We have to deal with them trolling around in public…and we have to make sure WE’RE not one of them.

  4. cjromb says:

    Nope. This is someone I was involved with recently.

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