Your throat is dry
Your heart's stuck in it
Your eyes are moist
Your glasses tinted
The pain can kill
It has no limit
Eyes closed
Mouth shut
Don't care
Your soul's revealed
Yet no reaction
You try to please
No satisfaction
This game he plays
A new contraption
Ears closed
Mind shut
Don't care
Your heart bleeds out
And he just stared
You're open now
Your soul you've bared
You yearn for acceptance
Your feelings not shared
Heart closed
Soul shut
Don't care
His truth and kindness
You most respected
To his slightest whim
You were subjectd
You're forgotten quickly
Your feelings neglected
Such shame
You're to blame
Don't care
You stand alone
You feel a fool
He never loved you
Thought you were "cool"
It's your own fault
Because he's not cruel
Crushed love
Wounded pride
Don't care
You lived in disillusion
Sealed your own fate
Now you can't forget it
Loathe in self-hate
Realizing you weren't made
For a suitable mate
Lost hope
Now mope
Don't care
This strips off the veneer of self like old clothing discarded with the memories they hold.
Each stanza brings more of the nakedness of spirit to the surface, until finally in the gleam of the reality, only wisdom remains.
I liked the presentation, the visual presentation. It has a sort of water over the dam aspect to it. Mostly I liked the way this reaches in and touches the guts of life, leaving me to feel a sentient's sigh because of the destruction.
I came across your works quite by accident. I liked the "no hate" sign. I intend to bookmark this place of unique humanity. ~Tim