Today is “Two for Tuesday” at Poetic Asides; the prompt is “write a love poem/write an anti-love poem.” You can write a poem for each aspect, choose to write a single poem for either aspect, or blend the two sides into a single poem. I chose the latter option:
THE ECSTASY AND THE HOMICIDAL RAGE
Oh, it’s the old story, the old agony,
that feeling that sweeps over you,
that ache you overlook
because you’re so happy, so alive,
pain and ecstasy in every cell.
To try to concentrate is misery,
you have things to do, but all you can manage
is to lie on the floor and daydream
about him, damn him, about the joy
of breathing his air.
Then it ends, and it’s the old story, the old agony.
That feeling sweeps over you, the ache
you can’t overlook. You’re so dead,
pain and despair in every cell. To try
to concentrate compounds the misery,
you have a life to live, but all you can manage
is to stare out the window, slamming your fist
against your palm, daydreaming about
eviscerating him, damn him, about the joy
of cutting off his air.
I’ve given up on love, you know.
You can understand why.