Sentient Woe in My Heart

“Life is a masquerade”, Sanaa said. “You never know who might be hiding behind a mask or façade.” I think she is quite correct. So, of course, I had to write a wee poem for her prompt… and in response to Kerry’s Micro Poetry at The Cross- Roads, over at the Imaginary Garden with Real Toads.

“Sentient Woe in My Heart”

Lying is death to the spirit,
and he is all lies.

He is sentient woe
in my heart,
and I want him gone.

Loved by many,
he is… sad, sad truth;
and I wonder, how long
until façades collapse
and kindness is betrayed?

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The blacked-out Poem Bits that inspired this piece:
1-lying
2-woe
3-betrayed

57 thoughts on “Sentient Woe in My Heart

  1. Oh Magaly 💕💕 this is so unbelievably profound and beautiful a poem! I can sense the pain, the longing and craving for hope in the lines “I wonder, how long until facades collapse and kindness is betrayed?” I too feel terrified at times when I feel betrayed by the people whom I trusted most in my life and wonder if kindness is slowly dying; but then I shrug off the thought because hope is all we have that manages to pull us out of despair. Beautifully penned. Thank you so much for participating at Prompt Nights and for your constant love and support 💕💕

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

    • Betrayal is always worse when it comes directly from people we love or from individuals whose roles are supposed to protect. There is a lot of worry floating around right now. I sure hope we are all overreacting… but I doubt it.

  2. You find the coolest poems hidden in other texts. I really like your word combos. Thanks for sharing the visuals too. very cool.

  3. ‘Lying is death to the spirit’… how true, when someone u care about lies to you, your confidence, loyalty and love diminishes for them…I remember when the lies started from this person who I thought cared and respected me… It hurt more to be lied to than for him to be blatantly truthful..

    • Lies rot everything they touch. And the closer the liar is to us–and the more powerful they are–the more devastating the lie becomes. We, as a nation, seem to be in for a lot of hurt at the moment.

  4. ‘Lying is death to the spirit’. All the yes. I nearly killed myself with lying, wholesale big lies, to keep a man, some years ago. So glad that I took myself to psychotherapy before he either drove me to suicide, or I drove myself there.
    You are a wonder.

    • I’m so glad you got help, and that you are in a better place now. I have always wonder about how difficult it must be to live with big lies–I mean, we all tell tiny lies, but the big ones have to a constant source of anxiety.

  5. I also love your command of words in black-out poetry, Magaly. This one comes across as quite bitter, as if the words have emerged from a rotten apple – is it written from personal experience? What I also love is the artwork you produce while mining for the words – it adds so much to the poems, and I’m glad you use it as illustration for your work.
    Great title and line: ‘He is sentient woe / in my heart’!

    • The blackout pieces were created weeks or months apart from each other. I linked them together on the morning of the prompt… after listening to the news–it’s so tough to read or hear the news these days and not see how lies can destroy all what is good.

  6. He is indeed ALL LIES. I nurture a slight hope that something bad will finally stick to him and he will fall. But I worry for what your country will have to go through all the same.

    I’m sad to read about your physical troubles in your last few posts. The ‘shoes and feet’ thing, I feel all the time, it’s such a hard emotion to carry. Then I think about the majority of people, who don’t even recognize the sentiment – the truly spoiled, the ones like Trump, and my mind switches gears.

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