Terrible happenings

You seared my soul
with a red hot poker tip
No one heard the scream
for the sizzle was louder
and the pain
ahhh that is something different
I must tell you
I bore my mark
till my dying day
like a tattoo of shame
Or a badge of honour
I am yet to decide
which
brings me greater
notoriety


In a flash of revelation
The truth  hammered
itself home
riding on red hot rage
that when you said
different
you meant
the earth
and the sky
and here I was
on land
still thinking
we could be
just
poles apart

So many lies
revealed in an
instant
like a bustling bee hive
of perilous promise
beneath
the verdant placidity
of dense foliage