Something about her I do not trust,
the feeling of lust over comes me when one speaks her name.
That is all I can think about; that this one silly game,
a game to feed her inner whims or desires.
Coming in and out of the door.
Well, this is something I tire,
I tire of these so-called selfless acts of grace and mercy.
I don't need your pity.
I claim what's mine and that's final.
All of you are still under the impression that you are greater or holier than thou, but we are in the same boat.
The boat that carries sinners to what awaits them.
The Boat of Calamity
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Author:
Star Singer (
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- Comment from author about the poem: This poem is about a woman that would come to my house and help out my family. But for some reason I had an inkling suspicion that there was something deeper to her reasonings of helping us out so much. And I ended up being right.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
people's aesthetic, purposed to mislead
we learn too late, sadly
but, we adapt eventually...
(I like your poetic clarity
narrative poetry is seldom
this accessible, yet refined)
thanks for sharing
You are very welcome, thank you for reading.
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