Rat
It will be ok he said,
Reaching over, clasping my hand.
I wanted to believe,
I wanted to understand.
How could he go?
Leave our family just like that?
He said he loved her,
The filthy disloyal rat.
And yet he looked at me
Oh so sincere, such kindness on tap
Telling me it would be fine?
I've never heard such crap.
Well it won't be fine you know.
You think you can just walk out that door?
An end and fresh start
with your new found whore?
I pull back my hand
And harden my eyes
Oh yes it will be fine I say
You are not the only one who lies.
Poetry is not my thing. We're fiction peeps over at the MSP Fiction Workshop. But you should know that links to your fiction and even this poem are being shared and discussed among our folks right now. This one resonated with a lot of us. Really hope to see more from you.
That is really nice to hear. I will have to look up the MSP fiction workshop.
What a powerful poem. This one resonates with something all good writing has at its heart: truth. Nicely done.
You are right, Zombie. "Resonate" appears to be our Word of the Day. LOLOL!
Thank you, I wrote it when I was feeling out of sorts. It always seems to be my best time lol :-)
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I don't usually do poetry but as I was on your blog reading The Job, I saw this.
Wow, really resonated. Great job.
Thank you, that is kind of you to say. I alternate between poetry and fiction.
Every story you write is so amazing I wipe every word in every post you
Thank you
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