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DEEP DISTORTED WORRY
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JOURNAL # 40 I sat, stood and or
quietly lay
in a hazy fog's daze
uncertain
just how to feel
put upon a bit
perhaps
surprised even
somewhat taken aback
misused
blind sided
then merely gutted
by blackmail's
obvious emotional
appeal
the shock will not let
me breath right again
I just didn't recognize him
I guess cause desperation
can mask even the finest of men
I closely examined a repetitive
query that kept chasing itself
around in my head
what would I do if I were him
I would speak to charities
my immediate relatives
perhaps even reconnect
with any previous friend
whom I had done a kind turn
for way back when
I am a tenderhearted woman
but
it pains me
to admit
the festering wounds I feel
that I am in no viable position
to ease his burden yet
tearfully my heart crumples
confessing so softly
if I were but a rich woman
he would never have to worry
for anything again
but I myself am battling the demons
of debt
I see coming for me only a very narrow
way out
and I can't jeopardize that
so in my greatly grieved feelings
of helplessness
I shall pray for you sir, so fervently
and I hope my sincere prayers
can help cushion any further humbling
you may have to endure.
though I can be little of no help to you now
but for moral support and ideas
rest assured
one day
I will make your life polish like gold
and together no matter how little
or much monetary gain we have
we will believe ourselves to be
wealthier than gardens
in pure sunlight feel
I promise you that.............
(April 19, 2011 907am)
