antique forgot
lay distraught
forget me not
lay, caught
caught then bought,
sold and used,
again abused.
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Author:
NinjaGirl (
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- Published: March 4th, 2025 13:05
- Comment from author about the poem: That's the price you pay...
- Category: Unclassified
- Views: 26
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Comments3
Now this is something different. So well worded and cleverly structured it rolls off the tongue but rattles in the mind. The meaning of this may be many but what I took was feelings of being discarded, when there is an expectation of being cared for, of being nothing more than an object to be purchased and used therefore abused. A sad poem of people treated as objects. Whether a child, woman or weak person treated as a slave and or disposable property. Gut wrenching. A most ingenious write deserving of a fave.
Thank you, it is a tragic cycle of events.
I got the sense of the cycle of abuse, how people are used,abused and disposed of for someone else to then use and abuse,a sad but very powerful write, clever in it's writings
Yes, thank you for reading!
You are very welcome
This was witty, clever and rang so wonderfully that I had to ready it three times over! You are not just any ninja my friend...you are a brilliant ninja! An easy fave for me.🌹👏
Haha thank you!!
You are welcome!
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