What can you do about being used
The ache is unbearable
The feeling...abused
Sticking it out but sensing the grind
Winding and streaming and toking the line
It isn't physical but mental decline
Stepping on forward but falling behind
There's a door yonder it's open for you
Just when you get there it closes too
Love looks in and teases the heart
Giving a beat then tearing it apart
Age taking family with a peeling death knoll
Angel of Mercy has you on hold
Kids all going in separate ways
You left alone to cross out the days
One and the other it goes by so slow
Watching the creek as it ebbs and flows
Seeking the quiet when the heart wants to shout
Wanting and waiting for an easier way out
Sobbing in buckets to please the pain
Hiding in darkness tears power rain
If justice wants mercy when morals recede
Then love can't grow in any of these
Life can be hell and right now its here
Tomorrow will come and so will the fear
Its trying to combat the focus that's stained
When love has been hijacked
When sadness complains
For lonely tired hearts
For women or men
Pain knows no sex when it starts or it ends.

© 2003 Susan Kathryn de Vegter

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