Blissful torture,
For you cannot hurt me,
I may have hurt you,
But it was accidentally,
I know I’m right,
For you are blinded by rage,
Each day reaching a new height,
But I am detached, remote,
From your subjective fury,
Now my dear, please note,
I can care, can feel emotion,
But for you all I have is pity,
At your near-endless devotion,
Of your life to hatred and revenge...
A contest entry
- In Honour of the Scorned Woman/Man by NurseChilly.
8000 points, ended February 28, 18 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
What did you think?
Comments
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fairly standard in the ire stakes but i enjoyed the short sharp piece.... although it's a little over punctuated and would work better with less capitalization at the beginning of each line and some paring down of the pronouns? - only my opinion
many thanks for entering
Good luck.
G.x
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