solitude

[creativesoul]

tormented

by change

slandered

by the fire of her sordid tongue

crashed on my back

as i walked away

every once in a while

a deep sadness would arrive
with suitcases full of sacreds

filled with guilt ,disappiontment and abuse

demmanding my attention

i knew it was her
desperate, alone fat
looking out over the river
rolling cigarettes
ruminating rationalizations that she had always used
wearing on her
entrapping her
to look at herself
into having to see
herself
each time this visitor arrives

i have to ask her to leave

that there is no space

in my heart that can belong to what she nests around

that her feathers

falling to the ground

are not worth picking up

although an occassional prayer in her direction

seems fair

my tears of frustration
lack of communication
pain, humilation
are all things that seem of little interest to her
and the sisters i once called my friends
she preys on thier weakness
she demmands that everyone share her perspective
protect her, love her.care for her

there are times when that just seems like too much to ask
if you believe what she says

you have to abandon what you see

and your intuition

in exchange for not having to be lonely

i trust the wrong people
that is what i do
being alone
is different than solitude

[iblieve]

Solitude is different than beinnng alone, absolutely felt the sadness int this one. I do love your writing my friend.
"C"

[Dixie]

"a deep sadness would arrive
with suitcases full of sacreds

filled with guilt ,disappiontment and abuse

demmanding my attention"

Loved these lines and the last verse too...awesome write

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