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In Need of Love
My heart hurts...
In solitude, I weep...
Crying myself to sleep.
Can he not see?
Each day I live for him,
Yearning for a soft word...
A gentle smile...
some small notice of me.
Yet what do I get?
A word of scorn, of ridicule...
Sometimes, no word at all.
Which is worse?
I seem to be nothing to him...
A nobody, a tiny speck
Ignored until needed...
Until he seeks his pleasure.
As a beaten pup, I sit.
Waiting for my master's call.
Then he will smile at me.
Then he will praise me.
But that call seldom comes.
And praise, few and far between.
I am tired of being treated this way.
Of allowing myself to be treated this way.
I am a woman -flesh and blood.
I am a person with a heart,
A mind and a soul.
I am not property, chattel or toy.
One day.....he will miss me.
He misses you now... clean, and crisp, and pure... for you to find, and cherish, and embrace the love in your own heart... all of life coming to you, fulfilling all your own dreams forever. I love your poetry. You write so very beautifully. John
A blue day or not ~ it is still a poem that makes you think!! TY.