I have never seen such
a crooked relationship
One gives all and recieves
in return nothing but hardship.
For years it continued on,
platonic,
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,
devastated, destroyed,
spirit but nothing than a
fading light.
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
to witness.
Yourself you stand outside
unable to see the mess
you become
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
anxiety sings.
And you don't see
unable as you are
to break free.
Such a shame my friend.
Axilea
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
Alan
Newfie Hugs, Rose
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Always,
Deborah
Good job!
Peace, love and light,
Amber
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.
John