ron parrish aka wordman


Stab me slow, watch me bleed,,
is it my pain, that you need?
you stabbed me in the back,
then you walked away,
and here i stand, still bleeding today.

I don't know why you hurt me so,
i don't know why you turned so cold,
you closed all doors,you return by mail,
do you enjoy putting me through hell?

Do you really believe those lies?
you didn't even ask me, I was surprised
do you really know me? I don't think you do
if you did! you know I would never be untrue...


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  • Author: Ron parrish (Pseudonym) (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 2nd, 2021 00:45
  • Category: Unclassified
  • Views: 33


  • Goldfinch60

    Very sad emotive words Ron.


  • L. B. Mek

    so much time, we spend
    what we invested, so much time
    intrusting and cultivating - in..
    life, as our cycle of self-inflicted nightmare reality
    and why?
    because we let other's, demean our worth
    and so fail to hold out
    for the best, life has to offer
    often settling for the ease of access
    in the all too, flimsy - mundane..
    thanks for sharing, dear poet

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