Catgotthecream

Bullseye

If you had been saved, I wouldn’t have caved  

Insert info here, of whom was held dear 

 

What did I do? 

to warrant bullseye from you... 

 

echoes of foe, thriving off my woe 

 

What did you tell yourself?  

when suffocating my health... 

 

How could you sleep? 

knowing of my piercing weeps... 

 

Did you foretell of my upcoming demise? 

When meeting my swollen paralyzed eyes... 

 

Everyday you are not saved, paves deeper other graves  

You reeled in my fate, encouraging my last date  

 

My families turn weeping, now I’m no longer breathing  

For an oasis I found 6 feet underground 

 

My obituary whilst new, an ink stained doing of you 

 

Did my last breath see to your happiness? 

 

 

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Comments3

  • aDarkerMind

    am very impressed.

    • Catgotthecream

      Hello, thank you for your comment and for taking the time to read my poem!

    • Accidental Poet

      There are those who live to push people's anger button. My sister's ex-husband is one such #*%@#*. I try to live a not in your face, non-offensive lifestyle. But guys like that test my patience. Excellent write. ; )

      • Catgotthecream

        There certainly are! I like to practice being Switzerland. It’s definitely difficult, when your buttons are pushed. Thank you for reading! I need to some reading of my own I think.

      • Doggerel Dave

        So ?Alex? – Your name, to be addressed by? Or ‘Cat’?
        I’m undecided as to whether bullying is the result of too much power or too little on the part of the bully. Education of the young in the general field of, for want of a better term, social psychology is fundamental, I believe.
        Usual skilled piece.

        • Catgotthecream

          I’m still working on my Alias. Cat I like although it seems too light for the pieces I write. I believe it to be a mixture of both, you could equally argue each side of the coin. Education is key. Thanks for reading another one of my poems!



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