Join the Neopoet online poetry workshop and community to improve as a writer, meet fellow poets, and showcase your work. Sign up, submit your poetry, and get started.

Soul Assassin

Purposefully striding forward
condescending
you do not greet me
with affection
or love.
Destructive
stored up frustrations
take aim at me
from the weapon
that resides in your heart
and shoots from your mouth.
Coldness
condemnation
your only form of interaction.
Relentless disapproval
meant to reprimand me
like a child
and with it
an attempt to steal my joy.

About This Poem

Last Few Words: A recent visit with family.

Style/Type: Free verse

Editing Stage: Editing - draft

About the Author

Region, Country: Michigan/USA, USA

More from this author

Comments

Candlewitch

Candlewitch

13 years 1 month ago

Hello Loreli,

I get that you are writing of a cold and calulating person. I can relate to this because I have just eliminated once such as you speak of from my life. Your words gave me the shivers in remembering. Good work! I love the title. It fits.

always, Cat

Nordic cloud

Nordic cloud

13 years 1 month ago

A lovely burst of anger

A lovely burst of anger expressed well.
How we who have experienced such, sympathise,
I was so lonely, but not quite the same,
no abuse, no communication at all,
I don't know what's worse.

Ann.

judyanne

judyanne

13 years 1 month ago

hi lori

lovely to see you

a wonderful write
great word usage
‘purposefully striding forward' so sets the pace and feel of the write – very powerful

I just love the alliteration in coldness, condemnation – the c sharp staccato to suit the concept

the only suggestion I have is that you divide it into stanzas at the beginning of every trait - purposefully, destructive, coldness, relentless…
that way the reader takes time to digest each comment

favourite part
the end
‘Relentless disapproval
meant to reprimand me
like a child
and with it
an attempt to steal my joy’

great to read you again
love judy
xxx

Esker

Esker

13 years 1 month ago

"that resides in your heart

"that resides in your heart
and shoots from the mouth"

sit and take it>... the old ways
not anymore
everyone now has a voice
that put down
the squash y our soul days
grinding to an end for some

take back your power
your worth

why let a thorn steal against your soul
the dour mirth

rise up from that
tall proud strong
and run it back to where it belongs

incredible poetry here
thank You

S

scribbler

13 years 1 month ago

Hi stranger

Had been wondering what happened to you. I also have known people who seemed incapable of anything but disapproval.I agree that the only thing I see to change is to maybe break this into stanzas. At the same time it may well have been your intention to let the unbroken flow of lines mimic the relentless condemnation...........stan