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Sherezade spun yet another tale.
I have never seen such
a crooked relationship
One gives all and recieves
in return nothing but hardship.
For years it continued on,
money was spent for her
to quench her constant needs.
Hours was spent in anguish
thinking out ways,
any ways to please,
but nothing was enough.
Now you hang your head,
spirit but nothing than a
Still you shine as bright as a star
if you recieve but one word
of praise from her.
Oh, it's a sad sad thing
Yourself you stand outside
unable to see the mess
at her slightest whim.
Frantically you swim up stream,
like a puppy eagerly chasing recognition,
but receieving only strikes
instead of strokes.
Your stomach hurts
but you can't see why.
Your hands are trembling,
your heart hurts,
your head feels so confused.
Angst is in your footstep
when the phone rings
And you don't see
unable as you are
to break free.
Such a shame my friend.
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|Reviewed by Gregory Haworth
|I've gone through those times. I like this poem :-)|
|Reviewed by Axilea MU
|Spending money to buy affection is a doomed choice. When a woman becomes aware of the mechanism, she may keep manipulating, but will certainly end up despising too. A very dysfunctional interaction. Security and love are complementary and so are love and admiration.
|Reviewed by Good bye (Reader)
|That everlasting question, the meaning of love, human love.
So many conditions, so many distorsions, so many expectations, so many different languages, so many perceptions making the dialog sometimes so deaf and dull.
I give but not what you want, I receive but not what I want, so everybody feel frustrated and deceived, and the heart becomes dry and crumbles away, prisoner of the cage of ego and his bars of beliefs and demands.
But always like the phenix, it can rise from the ashes. So no desperation, immortality is its true nature, waiting patiently the circumstances to bloom more and more splendidly and express the flagrance of pure love, his reality.
Nice poem and so lucid Elisabeth
|Reviewed by Rose Rideout
|Love and emotions go hand in hand. Beautiful write Elizabeth.
Newfie Hugs, Rose
|Reviewed by Felix Perry
|Sadly love and blind love often go hand in hand and if you love someone deep enough...you cannot see what others see.
|Reviewed by Chantilly Lace (Reader)
|Very painful indeed sweet lady..great writing indeed...Hugsss..stay safe and well..|
|Reviewed by D. Vaineo
|Elisabeth, Yes, that happens quite a bit.
|Reviewed by Amber Moonstone
|Such pain and anquish revealed in this poem. Why do people do these things to others? (not really a question) Your words will ring true to many.
Peace, love and light,
|Reviewed by John Bidwell
|Wow- very well put.
As a result of one such case I was led to say- I do feel less sorry for those who waste their love- than those who love is wasted on.
We do well to be mindful about falling in to either catagory.
|Reviewed by Joyce Bell
|THE PHONE WAS RINGING...IT MIGHT BE THEM! THEY DIDN'T EVEN 'HEAR' WHAT YOU SAID, ELIZABETH. SADLY, IN A SITUATION SUCH AS THIS, THIS IS THE WAY IT GOES. UNTIL THE ONE WHO IS HURTING ONE DAY 'WAKES UP' AND DECIDES THAT ENOUGH IS ENOUGH...ALL THE TALKING IN THE WORLD DOES ABSOLUTELY NO GOOD. THE ONLY THING ONE CAN DO IS 'PRAY' THAT THEIR 'AWAKENING' WILL COME SOON. WELL DONE AND ENJOYED. THANKS FOR SHARING. LOVE, BLESSINGS AND FAITH...JOYCE * HIS INSPIRATIONS|