You're not Here; I don't care, I don't dare, you're not there, either. Caught in a lie, Chasing the chase, Have you no real taste? I feel cheated, chastised and defeated. I don't need it; it's yours, you bleed it. I thot I needed you. You didn't really want me; just the idea, the grandeur. You need me and I'm not wanting you like I foolishly used to. I'm a mother, daughter, sister, lover, not a thief . Hell! I'm even a brother, a chief, and even a priest. I am no judge nor cane; someone else's reason of guilt or shame. Tis ultimately our own "will doing,"causing disdain! Nothing Left to lose or Anything to gain. Simple, true, & purely plain. Life and I' are not a game. "SaMe."
- Author: Tess Stafford (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: November 1st, 2021 20:42
- Comment from author about the poem: I think it speaks for itself. Right now I I did not honestly see myself where I was years ago when I wrote it. So I beg my apology I just don't have it in me right now to explain.
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