I have been clear
I have been direct
I don’t insinuate
still you reject
all the ways I care
now I don’t dare
to talk.
I’m beside myself
but still alone
you’ve checked out
so has my clone
the lack of change
is still the same
but I’m not to blame
I’ve played the game
Of Stepford wives and bedroom whores
The thanks I get is a Cold War
Shoulder over ice in cocktail cups
I’ve had enough
I’ve given up.
But the lioness deep down roars
To fight for the man you once were
Regardless of fruitless scars
I’ve earned
I suppose I’m still willing to be burned
…for a cause worth fighting for.
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what i like most about this poem is the rhythm, implacable, forcing the mind to keep going. you just need to read more and more up to the end. i guess it envisages perfectly the idea of having to push and push in order to straighten things…when you believe in a cause, you don’t give it up.
True dat. It may be a resolution eternally in progress. Thanks for reading. I am enjoying your writing as well.
That’s awesome.
thanks David. To me it is therapeutic.