With respectful compassion
I have taken time and have listened
to many that I held dear.
They took what they needed,
or maybe simply what they wanted...
It doesn't matter because
there was no thought in return,
as they drifted away
and I longingly yearned...
I curse my "good" nature when
release is what I crave.
Boiling inside unrestrained
lies the urge to
rant, scream, spit, and rage.
Yet still I smile at them
and say "It's ok".
Someday I'll slam the door on their nose.
Someday I won't be my own slave...
A contest entry
- Battling Your Monsters by szne416.
500 points, ended December 20, 2007, 17 entries
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Any comments would be appreciated...
Comments
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You conveyed the emotions you feel very well, though the conclusion doesn't necessarily gel with those emotions. Anger only breeds anger, rage breeds rage.
What it sounds like is that you want to be listened to, but the first step in being heard is speaking.
Still a good poem, well done
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the crux of it
The paradox of my life. =)
I try to do the right thing even if it means that I can't express what I want. I get angry with myself for caring too much and putting myself through hell.
Thank you for the comment, it was very insightful.
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I really like your premise for emotion in this piece. I think it could have had more attachment though. a little deeper dig.
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