His footsteps come through the door
all she ever wants to hear is a compliment
but all she hears is a complaint
why are my shoes mouldy?
he asks
she explains it all
there was too much humidity
couldn’t be helped
even with dehumidifiers
but he doesn’t care
then he proceeds on
to the kitchen
why is this switch not working?
well, it must have been accidentally damaged
who was to blame?
nowadays even machines matter more
than humans who are there
every step of the way
in the journey of our lives
more compalints soon follow
she can’t take it anymore
sits by the windowsill
and begins crying
wat else has she to do?
I, on the other hand, just look on
somehow it seems so hard for me
to comfort her
easier to comfort friends
strange
but I hope things get better
if one person stops,
the other won’t be affected
if only he cared
Author notes
option 2
A contest entry
- ♥ Withstanding The Pain ♥ ....................... ♥-||Dedicated to my Mother||-♥ by Bruised.Roses.
450 points, ended July 24, 2007, 15 entries
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you didn't tell me the option you chose please do so or be disqualified...thank you
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This is such a sad piece. Potent. So much pain in every word.
I liked the imagery. The reality. This is REAL sorrow not some fake words put up for display.
Keep up the brilliant work hon. You are getting so much better!
Lonely Shouts
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