The Cleanse

[71degrees]

So... you guys like break-up poems?  Or, as I like to call the series of fragmented phrases and and poems that spilled from myself in the aftermath, "There are so many ways to say, 'Narcissist.'"  Probably better kept in my notebook; let me know ;P.

You made yourself out to be
lush ground beneath my feet,
a place to rest,
an earthen reprieve
to my grasping through trees;
the clearing from my dreams.

But love,
liar, fool, thief;
what business have you in my dreams,
my softened thoughts,
these chambers of my sleep?

Scorched earth,
smoke rising;
this is the cleansing of you
from me.

"lush ground beneath my feet /a place to rest / an earthen reprieve" is redundant. Something's got to go.

"what business have you in my dreams / my softened thoughts / these chambers of my sleep" ditto

"Scorched earth / smoke rising" ditto

I like the poem but it is a broken record.