I watch as your hands wander over the page
'Are you listening?' I scream in agonised rage
But you continue to draw up the plans for a bar
Whilst I crumble in reality from which you are far
She's too powerful a lure to your cold closed mind
And it's easy in your work some solace to find
But as your drawings take their shape on the virgin of the page
My heart is left forgotten in its dark, desolate cage
Can it really be so easy to draw us out of your life
Your children, your home and your ever loving wife?
A contest entry
- "This statement is a lie." by PatheticKt.
300 points, ended September 30, 2008, 17 entries
Gold trophy winner
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Comments
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Oh, wow, heartbreaking. Almost poignant since I could kind of say this to my father. He's not that bad, actually because at least, he spends time with us.
I really admire this theme. Would have never thought about this. Sometimes, you work too hard for your family but the only thing to make your family happy is to actually spend time with them and not on work
If only these kind of people would know this then maybe the world would be much happier, right?
Glad to read this, it's quite an emotional write, indeed.
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Thank you so much for your lovely comments and a heartfelt thank you for the gold! This has really brightened my day.
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If this is a true story, I am sorry for you. I sacrificed my family on the altar of work. I didn not know how bad it could be until it was too late. I was too self-centered.
Great job.
Mike
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Hi Mike
Thank you for your lovely comments. No, it's not from life. Just a prompting by the picture prompt. Sorry to hear it had connections for you. Sounds like you're wiser for it though.
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