- Non-Erotic Poetry
- illogical family
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i hate the family,
the one i was born into
the one I'm married to in particular
parts of me look around at this holiday season
and wonder why am i
doing all this?
why do i care
why does anyone care?
couldn't the peaceful slumber
that death's cold hand
grant me the peace that i so
desperately need these days?
wouldn't he come galloping into view
lay his bony hands on me.
tell me that i made that right
choices and allow me to
drink his favorite tea,
slipping into the endless night.
like a blade into my skin,
that allows the blood to well
out and go slipping, dripping
down my arm, lifeless
to puddle at my feet.
a rag doll in the making
but not one that even the elves
on yuletide eve could be
fixed by the Kringle's.
broken and abused by the
world in which she lives.
tears, she no longer has-
for a world that no longer sees her or
that no longer cares about her.
that will toss her out with the
garbage and yesterdays,
old news.
- COMMENTS
Anonymousover 16 years agoI like your poetry, it tells a story that is so REAL. Unlike so many others on here. Thank you for allowing all of us a glimpse inside.
