Bury those thoughts of love
They are not for you
She is blind to you
Not even hallucination
Or an oasis mirage
You are the poltergeist
Invisible in the room
Ever-present and in pain
Locked into an endless cycle
Of feeble-mindedness
And lonely, wanton disdain
So stop your wishing
Stop your dreaming
Curl yourself up in a foetal ball
And lose yourself in dank despair
Let the black dog by your side
Drag you down into the oily darkness
Grinning as he does
His teeth gripping tightly on your vacant heart
Bury those thoughts of love
Because she is not for you
For you will always be
The fool
It’s sad, but vivid.
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Thanks, Peggy š
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My first thought was, ‘whoa.’ Who hasn’t thought this very thing at least once in their lifetime? Very powerful poem that took my breath away when I read it. You certainly have a talent for writing deeply cutting and moving poetry.
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Wow! Thank you so much for that feedback. Some of my poems are crap and some hit the mark. It’s nice to know this one did. š
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So many feel this way – sad that we value relationship over self. Human nature, I guess. Powerfully expressed.
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Poor self esteem is a killer. Thanks so much, VJ š
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You are welcome – glad to have found you. Will be following.
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Thanks! I’ve followed you as well š
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Wow, its so beautiful. I feel she would have been fell in love after reading this.
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Thank you so much, I live in hope š
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i feel the sadness,,,,
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