He cried at her cruelty;
her duplicity; her failure
to treat reality with honesty,
but the tears, waves of them
were not crystal pure.
They were dangerous, were charged
with currents of hurt; deep distress;
rushing like raging torrents
flooding reason, drowning will
to rise above the deluge. .
The gait that used to happily swing
in joyous rhythms of life became
a shamble of shuffles descending
into deep chasms of bitterness:
now his alter ego.
Thirty years struggled to pass;
the constant pain, the aching thirst
for vengeance never passed; disdain
for love had soured a spirit now
in a kind of death
Poor fellow! What can be done?
What can friends do for him?
What can life do for him?
What can he do for life?
Can he live again?
Pity! Only he can rise
from his grave of deathly sadness
to cull the weeds of bitterness,
to forgive and then to live again
with hope, happiness, renewal.
oh my
This speaks of a death that lingers.......that goes beyond circumstance, and more towards self abuse.......when the executioner goes forward to the next victim.........
the self appointed suffer........does not allow for sanctuary from cerebral pain
I guess its just a human flaw......one that hopefully not everyone would experience
but if the net is dropped in place..........could be hard to escape..........
I do get this.........lol
loves a bitch huh?
pax A
btw..........good poem ;)
Reviewed by Katy Walsvik (Reader)
Reviewed on May 6, 2003
"alter ego".. Bullseye! You write such brave honesty with soul-pounding beauty.. you allow the reader to approach those places in the heart that aren't always freely admitted.. glimmers of familiarity are what glue we poets to our work and to each other. This is breathtaking in word and in truth. katy.
It's amazing how seemingly easily love can turn into disdain like spoiled milk. I think some of it has to do with people mistaking love for possession. If today is NOT promised to any of us (and it isn't), how can someone else's love be??? /// Fine writing!
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This speaks of a death that lingers.......that goes beyond circumstance, and more towards self abuse.......when the executioner goes forward to the next victim.........
the self appointed suffer........does not allow for sanctuary from cerebral pain
I guess its just a human flaw......one that hopefully not everyone would experience
but if the net is dropped in place..........could be hard to escape..........
I do get this.........lol
loves a bitch huh?
pax A
btw..........good poem ;)
Victoria
Lisa
What fools we mortals are, but I can relate!
Gina