'Life is but a fantasy
We're writing the good and the bad
Endless amusement for our simple minds.'
Biting words to anyone's ears,
Your hating thoughts cut deepest to me,
Pricking tears from these tired, sad eyes.
I remember once you said with spite,
'Why bring hope where once it is forgotten?'
I cried that day:
For you and all that you've forsaken.
So I told the people you were killed,
Maybe that was wrong
But I wanted so badly to make you see
How much you're really loved.
'People may cry at such news
Whether or not they even recognise the name.'
Your only reply as your face turns away.
Now, after all these years,
Deserted by you as you deserted the world,
I've packed up my life and I've come back to yours.
Yes, I can see the spreading stain:
Your tea on the floor.
But my foot's in the door.
I've something to say...
Author notes
Hmm. Not my best I must say. The original idea was a lot better than this has turned out. Serious tweaking needed I think.
Written June 12th, 2006
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I never noticed this one, but I really like it. It's disgraceful, my not commenting on your poetry when you so rarely grace us with its presence. I particularly like the ending. The shaky rhyming scheme seems to fit the poem, somehow, and your phraseology is excellent.
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good job!
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