The accusation flies
bitterly from your mouth.
I taste it
and pucker my lips
supposing the truth is out.
It was me!
It was I!
I've given myself up-
I confess
that I cannot
live with you-
a soul so corrupt.
Do as you wish.
Exile me
to the nightmarish isle
that is your mind-
I cannot cope
with your lies.
You're rotten
to the core.
I cannot deal with someone
who has maggots
for thoughts.
Keep the falsity
you call your magic.
I've no time
for dark angel dust.
So go on.
I've decided-
discard me
if you must.
I cannot,
will not
live life in a shadow
that wavers when it walks.
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This is very deep, and very sad... makes me wonder what the insperation behinde this really was...
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mostly about my mom, I guess
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Your poem is beautiful, pain and despair, and going on are beautiful, which I think they can be when looked back upon and learned from, as beauty has a dark side and a bright side, and we often live in between the two.
I cannot,
will not
live life in a shadow
that wavers when it walks.
Amanda this stanza is absolutely beautiful. It is a poem all by itself. I is a perfect distillation of the poem which precedes it.
Its power does not have to even be discussed. It speaks for itself. peace ,,,Moqui
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So sorry that I am just now getting around to replying, I've just been very busy lately. Thank you so much for your kind comment though, it means a lot.
That's MY favorite stanza too, by the way.
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Deep. very, deep.
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