Ever been taken along
To the party, for granted?
Denied but taken along
Denied but shown care
Denied but given a share
A deathly thrill
That kind of divide
A sick, intriguing ride
Tears you into two halves
That don't even fit together
Anymore.
I see the plants I cut
Growing roots
Under water, trying
Under water, Pushing life forward
Under water, blessed
Life is beautiful and honest
And I wonder how predatory
And dark, the people who drain
The life force out of us can
Possibly be.
As I sit here
In two halves
Looking at the vital roots
Looking at the sunshine
Looking at the day's glory
For the misfits of my being
Shrapnel...of what I lost
To align my broken edges again
For a harmony I never knew
Existed here.
-Al
- Author: Alan R (Pseudonym) ( Offline)
- Published: March 1st, 2024 02:11
- Comment from author about the poem: On escaping the narcissist.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments1
that's one very lucky escape mister .. enjoy that freedom & then some .. I know I enjoyed being here ..
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