I currently detest
Well, I tell a lie.
I continually detest
meeting ‘Ship’ along my way.
Reminders.
Too close for comfort.
They are stomping, wailing, arrogance.
All looking exactly like her.
Miserable fucks.
Or is that me?
Back here. To where it all began.
To where I ran from.
Get out of my head!
You wee see you next Tuesday.
Run back to your Genevan whore.
Again.
Keep your friends close.
And…you know the rest.
He is, so very much is.
And then he isn’t. He so very much isn’t.
Cuddled, secured in his arms.
Nothing between us.
His eternal love.
He’d kill for me.
Kill me.
Would he die for me?
Dangerously, scary man.
On the occasion that’s rare.
Still comes through.
Surrounded by them
as I walk around town.
Need money, honey.
Need a job, Rob.
Swings and roundabouts.
This life of mine.
Work hard, earn.
Fuck off on hols- oot of here.
Kerry Bridges
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Kerry (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Just going on a rant - totally my own fault … took a wee bit of a creative license here.
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Comments3
Stay away comes through in this poem as well as a significant amount of anger.
Yes, very much needed to vent haha and my f’in and d’on comes out too!
Well written and expressed
Thanks Tony!
You're welcome
Well a lot of and rage in this piece and i think a very clear message to some one, to maybe move on, nicely written
Undoubtedly, moving on would definitely be best!
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