Are you ever just aggressive
for the sick fascination of it?
like a distant childhood memory
I just want to know why,
what does it feel like to cause hurt?
Just because I can
or because I want to.
It’s learning the art of unapologetically
digging your fingers into my flesh
and letting red run,
of making me believe it never happened,
or atleast not how I remember,
you were kinder
and I’m just remembering wrong.
And I know I’m too soft
to be so hard on others.
So it’ll always
and only ever be,
a sick fascination.
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Author:
Cuthbertson (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: November 18th, 2019 13:28
- Comment from author about the poem: Coping through poetry.
- Category: Reflection
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HI TONI - Angela here ! Welcome to MPS it is a very empathetic site so I hope you get some more comments. Your first Poem is well writen in Free Verse but with a painful subject. Poetry is alwys very cathartic so I trust sharing this experience with us relieved your PAIN. Thinking of you.
Blessings & Peace & Joy
Yours ANGELA.
Thankyou so much for commenting!! I didn’t really expect anyone to read my poem so thankyou!! I’m not very experienced in writing poetry but it is something that really helps me and I wanted to at least put it somewhere instead of having it sit in my notebook, your comment has really encouraged me, thankyou again❤️
Ahh yes - we wouldn't want to harm many people - but there's a few we may secretly wish some misfortune to. Then we laugh wickedly up our sleeve, as it were. But it does no use - the misfortune may backfire and fall on us somehow.
Thankyou for taking the time to read my poem and leave comment, it’s very much appreciated❤️
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