25 september 2012

Bullseye

You spew your vengence at me; to me
Like a wild asp, winding around the wicked vine
Did I not give you life
And bring breath to your ticker tape world
I see bits and pieces of your father seething out of your mouth.
SO angry; SO foul
You are so sad and you make me your victim
So skilled at making me your mark
I am your craft, your rendition of pain
Wind down the road to nowhere
We all have our secrets, but yours are not sweet, they kill
Like your fathers did; You called me a whore, the ultimate streetwalker, a dollar and a dime
You stab me like a double edged sword
You were a baby once, I touched your cheek to mine
Now I feel the singe, Do you hate me, do you wish me dead
I feel the coldness in your voice
I surmise your intentions
I  lie down and surrender


number of comments: 1 | rating: 2 |  more 

louis gander,  

Never surrender. Deception, lies, deceit, hate are terrible things that destroy. People who have no love are dead, emotionally dead. Life is so much more... Your poetry is filled with so much emotion. It's really good. ~louis

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