Feel the hatred.
Feel the hatred.
Let it boil over
pen upon the page
Why do I allow
your deception
to haunt me
to steal my joy
my energy
my thoughts
You will work
your new crowd
as you have worked
others
hoarding sympathy
to feed your need
Grifting praise
to nourish the supply
Like a vampire
who promises
eternal life
you seduce and gorge
How long will this tour last?
Another ten years?
Perhaps six?
Maybe just three?
A far cry from eternal
May your lies be exposed
your heart laid wide
vultures be nourished
their livers, the filters
disposing the carnage
february 21, 2012
judithpiper
3 comments:
I so understand this.....
This really expressed a lot.
LOVE YOU
XX00
April
This speaks...screams...louder than any charade. <3
~Your #1 Anonymous
Thanks April and Anonymous!
I know you both know this all too well.
I hope folks in the charades are able to one day see.
I even hope ( though ambivalently) that the charlatans themselves one day willingly own their actions and step forth with accountability...but I don't hold my breath for such.
To life and all the good with which we are blessed... :)
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