I find it so
difficult...
like a soapy glass in a kitchen sink full of water.
I keep reaching
and sometimes I get so close
and then you ruin it.
You waltz in like you own the world
without a care for anyone else
without a care for me.
And you rip it from me
and force my sleeping eyes awake
so I'm bloodshot and crazy.
How dare you have the audacity to ruin my life like that.
To be so selfish, when I was so selfless to you.
Such a problem child
but you never know because you receive no punishment, never have.
And it's torture it's torture
You're hurting me
Please
Please stop
Just let me rest
Care for others one day in your life.
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Author:
NinjaGirl (
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- Comment from author about the poem: They don't get it they just don't get it
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I can feel the irritation and aggravation in this poem. It calls out for relief. Nicely worded with a most interesting metaphor of a soapy glass in dishwater. Well done
Thank you--have you not ever been washing dishes, and you can't grasp a glass because everything is so soapy? Ha, ha! Thank you very much for reading and commenting.
You are most welcome. Yes I have broken a few that way
Remember, a child in need, is usually someone who does your head in.
You can choose your friends, unfortunately you're stuck with the other lot.
"The other lot" that's what I should call them from now on...ha, ha! Thank you for reading!
🥷, this is haunting…so human in its breaking. And no...they just don't get it. At all. The soapy glass, the sleepless eyes, the rawness of “please stop”...it all bleeds truth. The restraint makes the pain echo longer. Beautifully done, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️
Yes indeed I'm breaking the longer these days go on. Thank you for reading!
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