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Letting Go

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Constance
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Ohio


0 posted 11-13-2015 07:06 PM       View Profile for Constance   Email Constance   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems   Click to Submit your Poem to Passions  View IP for Constance



Itís too late to explain.
Nothing remains of trust between us.
Justice seems an abstract dream to you,
What you do and say,
just an old play that you plagiarized-
a script memorized and mouthed,
unfelt,
for effect.
You expect praise
but you are too lazy even,
to learn new lines.
You are cold.
Your speech, as old,
as thin
as mummy skin.
Your promises
broken
before they are spoken.
I have seen you
change your wrappings,
pretend to be new,
but you never bathe between.
I have seen beneath it all,
And I still smell the old perfume.
It fills the room with knives and mist.
You are hoping I canít find the door
before you catch my wrist,
I will not bleed for you
or shed another tear.
You are dead to me
and it is life I crave
I will not fear
a knife
dulled by the grave.

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Boomer Styles
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since 03-02-2014
Posts 77
Deep Six South


1 posted 11-14-2015 12:20 PM       View Profile for Boomer Styles   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Boomer Styles

quote:
"I have seen you
change your wrappings,
pretend to be new,
but you never bathe between.
I have seen beneath it all,
And I still smell the old perfume.
It fills the room with knives and mist
You are hoping I canít find the door
before you catch my wrist
,"
Profound and equally powerful poetry.

If this was not a reality at one time for you, it shows an exceptional perception in describing an all too frequent occurrence in our society (or any other 'culture' for that matter).

It would appear then (forgive my presumption), that you are a 'survivor' and one determined woman.

Many blessings for your future happiness.

  


One ladle serves the soup that feeds the mouths of the many.

[This message has been edited by Boomer Styles (11-15-2015 12:31 AM).]

Constance
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Ohio


2 posted 09-05-2016 07:24 PM       View Profile for Constance   Email Constance   Edit/Delete Message      Find Poems  View IP for Constance

Thank you, Boomer. I've been away a while or I would have thanked you sooner. And yes, I'm a survivor.

Smiles,
cee
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