Ancient MilkA Poem by Desert Knave... spilt ...
She's telling that story again
That one for eliciting guilt She's not one to forgive That is not how she's built She cries over ancient milk spilt She's picking at that scab again That one that wants only to heal She don't care if it mends Empathy ain't her deal She's sure only her pain is real She's playing the victim again That happens to be how she's built She's all take and no give And she loves to use guilt Crying over ancient milk spilt Jim Lonsdale Poetry 2022
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3 Reviews Added on September 25, 2024 Last Updated on September 25, 2024 AuthorDesert KnavePhoenix, AZAboutI am in my mid-60's, a manic-depressive, seldom impressive, often recessive poet who loves the ocean, rain, the desert, and playing with rhyme. I am a native Arizonan, a Virgo, and a hair metal fan an.. more..Writing
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