Wailing and screaming.
You’re kicking your feet
Like the reject amid you
You now condemn me
Flying your kite into the second dimension
How do you comport this way-nearing your pension
Is it the wrath that rots in your heart?
Is it our pride that has kept us apart?
Is it the envy that’s deep in your core?
The questions i ask-when you slam the door
Door in my face-the door gives you space
Poise isn’t enough to make you behave
Depriving my opinion or my human right
You revoke all my freedom-with your raging sight
Wailing and screaming
You are twenty years old
Like the evil inside you
Begins to unfold
I believe we have met-in that other dimension
Why we must meet again-sits beyond comprehension
I’ve come too succeeded to long for your admiration
So cease to exist-you damned apparition
Wailing and screaming-my turn,it has come
Because my time with you-is finally done.
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Author:
marissa (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Some people really do drain the life out of you!steer clear of apparitions.
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Comments4
This poem voices well the end of a relation that one has found draining. It is raw and emotional. Well written
I am so very greatful for your kind comment,you have been here for every poem!
Tis my pleasure
I do like questions... but maybe some are left best unanswered. Great poem as always Marissa
Not all questions want an answer,some are vaguely disguised as statements.Thank you for reading!
“The questions i ask-when you slam the door” is the hinge for me. That image of the door in your face captures rejection and power imbalance in one motion. Then “you damned apparition” turns the person into something haunting and draining. Strong poem, my friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you very much,as always you are the best analyst.
Oh. Wow! I try! 😅 you are most welcome, Marissa! And, thank you!
Powerful work.
I appreciate it Thomas!
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