Battle of life

kitty the naughty poet

Slipping further and further,

down into the abyss of sadness

running the race but I never win

never seem to be moving...

 

You wish me well and pat my back

with a snide stare, but you forget

I know what that means

you dislike me for who I am, how I speak...

 

So now I hide,

hid away in shadows is where you'll find me

spiralling down the slopes to burn in hell

riding low on the back of hurtful comments..

 

Shamed for, well... everything

stabbing eyes point the finger

melting me to a puddle of mud

containing all my broken pieces...

 

Laughter sails through humorous oceans

drowning pain in a sea of chuckles

nobody ever really says what they mean

every fight fought in my thoughts...

 

Loosing sense of where I am

as the war blazes up around me

cursing the highways to hell

dying quietly on the battlefield of life.

  • Author: kitty the naughty poet (Offline Offline)
  • Published: January 11th, 2022 02:42
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  • Goldfinch60

    Very emotive words katie but I am sure that your life will win on that battlefield and all will be wonderful.

    Andy

  • orchidee

    Yes, battle through. Easy to say; another thing to actually do it!
    Doh! Kitty never has any battles. She's too busy having fun! heehee.

  • woundedheart

    Hell fire lass you need a 🐈 to love and cuddle at these dark times as these daemons steal from you and from us all the vibrant radiance of both your personality and your poetry, white light being sent your way 💕

    • kitty the naughty poet

      I wrote this a few days ago on a dark day but I appreciate your kind words thank you

    • L. B. Mek

      words, do damage = Fact!
      those ignorant of that factoid
      are usually the ones
      inflicting, the most bruises on others..
      a sobering read
      that even in this limitlessly-wide
      web
      we all, still crowd around
      a handful of places
      allowing for others
      to once more recreate, a self-serving
      status quo, dynamic
      where only their ways
      and sensibility's, is permitted..
      (a defiant poem
      that a lot of us can relate with
      thanks for sharing, dear Poet)



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