There once was a time when all I wanted was for you to be mine.
The early days were simple and carefree. I thought I was a treasure
you’d do anything to hold on to, a rare gem to hide away in your keep.
As the years went by, relations turned cold. Each day, I tried to keep
you happy through obedience, attempting to avoid each land mine
you tossed in my path. I was no longer someone for you to treasure.
Today, I am your property, your plaything. My fear and pain your treasure,
I am nothing but a shell of who I used to be. Like old fruit, I don’t keep,
as you break my spirit more each day. I may be yours but you are not mine.
My soul you mine daily for treasure to earn my keep, but all you’ll find now is dirt.
It’s a yeah write poetry slam! Some of our editors and friends are on a tritina kick lately. Want to give one a try? Give us a shout at the coffeehouse and we’ll give you three words. In the meantime, check out the other tritinas this week!
- Arden: Excavation (3 words: mine, treasure, keep)
- Cynthia: Trying to tritina (3 words: fair, gold, spun)
- Erica: A comb, a chain, a task to follow (3 words: comb, chain, follow)
- Jenny: The Farmer’s Wife and the Crow (3 words: crow, sorrow, secret)
- Nate: Superstition (3 words: pay, seven, key)
- Meg: Striations (3 words: silver, touch, ease)
- Rowan: Lunch Date (3 words: mark, steal, lie)
- Stacie: Flip of a Coin (3 words: run, coin, fly)