6-1-04
I’m so tired of you
I’m so sick of your charity
When all I have to show for your love
Are a few hard earned
Bruises
They say time heals
But the memories
They grow fresher
Every day
You say another
Word
And you slash
Open
The scabs I’ve been salving
For years and years
And years
I’m so sick of you
I’m so repulsed by your
So-called
Charity
When all I take away
From your love
Is the pain
Well you sure got your message across! How horrible to feel that way. You always write very dramatically and realistically. Your poems grab the reader, and shake him/her. Good for you.