When we were young,
we were jealous of the sun;
raising our arms
to try & encircle it, keep it close,
make it ours forever
& as we grew,
nourished by its calm gaze,
you gradually became
secretive, sly & suspicious
of me & my time in the sun,
as though it warmed me more,
as though I was pushing
you out of its orbit.
Your cruel face darkened by shadow;
you tried to take away all light,
just to deprive me of
joy, laughter &
a sense of self.
Hoping to make yourself bigger,
you pushed me down
into the cold, cold earth;
watched as your shadows spread.
But…
What then?
Did it make you happy?
Bring fulfilment
to watch others suffer
in your sad wake?
Now you sit alone in the dark;
not even the tiniest spark
to illumine your cruel, cruel heart
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Such a sad write , .. but very well expressed . Makes me think of darkness making someone feel sad and unhappy .
I can relate to some of your lines , especially these ones
you tried to take away all light,
just to deprive me of
joy, laughter &
a sense of self.“
So many times have I felt sad and without joy and without feeling like I know who I am
Thank you - I didn't mean it to be too sad, although I was quite bitter when I wrote it haha. Just trying to express that you won't find joy by making others miserable, although some people certainly seem to give it a good try
If someone’s hurt you then your going to be angry and upset . Yeah ... it just made me think about my trauma and how that made me feel small and unhappy .. I guess it made me think a little about myself , and I could relate to it in a way .
Yeah , I don’t see how one would fund joy by making others miserable but I guess these people are quite miserable anyway
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'just to deprive me of
joy, laughter &
a sense of self.
Hoping to make yourself bigger,
you pushed me down
into the cold, cold earth;
watched as your shadows spread.'
that's it exactly, dear Poet!
and that's why, we few who survived and now recognise their tell-tale modus operandi, signs
must fight!
to not let their poison, seep-in at any vulnerable opportunity they find...
and they are so deceptive,
like people who want to create pseudo aristocratic levels of ownership, on poetic websites!
only commenting if others reciprocate,
that only read and encourage if others will do it for them, first
that want to create an elite bubble where only a handful get to be recognised...
when Poetry is the last chance Dessert for the lost and crushed in society!
the vulnerable victims who can't find an escape anywhere else
and what do this vile vultures do?
they try to corrupt and poison that avenue for hope and a featherweight lifeline for reaching out.. and why?
because only They matter,
and only Their problems need be heard:
as-if, only They're worthy of Poetry's: mercy?!
(that's why we must fight, to keep island's of hope like our beloved MPS, beings swallowed-up like all the other cesspools of festering idiocy, staining that word Poetry...)
forgive me, dear Poet
your words just triggered something very close to my heart,
and I know I'm probably mistaken in my thinking, and any attempt at fighting the majority rule of the herd is futile,
but what can I do: all I can be is myself, for good or bad
(your write was amazing
I'm so sorry for sabotaging it selfishly)
Haha thank you. Yes it wasn't about that, but I have noticed it. It's not easy to post something so personal & poets are often shy & unobtrusive types (although that's a massive generalisation) - I hope they aren't discouraged. All we can do is keep posting I suppose... ❤
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