Too Many Hurts

Too Many Hurts

She was constantly obsessed

With the concept of being a victim

Antagonism entwined her psyche

Like twisting strangling knot weed

Suffocating rationality and actions

She had unselfishly tried her best

But the recipients of these efforts

Took for granted liberal endeavours

Without acknowledgment or thanks

Which eventual broke her fortitude

She began silently screaming inside

Feeling claustrophobic in her casing

Betrayed repeatedly by false promises

There was nothing else to do but hate

Though even this made her miserable

She resolved to take drastic choices

As her status quo was insufferable

So she retreated from relationships

By closing the door to new feelings

And found a freedom in seclusion

Copyright @ Phillozofee 2022

Reviews

[Betty Hermelee]

A heart-wrenching write about a kind of sadistic behavior, always claiming one is he victim...and it is difficult to get out of the trap. it's , in my opinion, a mental illness and it can lead to dangerous behavior. This person clammed up and became reclusive, but it can take many paths. Well written.
Best, B

[Titilayo Sarah Eguridu]

Respect and faithfulness are lost arts but we mustn’t close our selves up from new experiences.
The hurt triggered a series of emotionally dangerous decisions.

Phil, your words paint a heart tugging picture

[Wordless_Prism]

being miserable and hiding seems an easy way out but only kills the freedom you think have, like a bird in a cage you are stuck in your house. awesome poem that made me think, the above is only a small part. thank you!

[light and ashes]

This sort of reminds me of me. Only I did not find more freedom in seclusion, just even more misery.
This is good writing, however.

[Lisasview]

Oh my
Really liked this poem..
I wrote a poem called Scream in 1970... you might like to read it.
Lisa

[Fabian G. Franklin]

Sadly, so many these days seem resolved to paths of self-destruction. It must be something in the water or the whiskey or whatever they're drinking. I'm filtering my own water through coffee grounds just to be on the safe side. I hope you are well, my friend. I enjoyed your writing, as always. People who put up emotional walls are generally just trying to protect their tender inner parts. It's an understandable reflex action. Trust is never won in a day but oftentimes it takes only a minute to kill. F.

[Karmee]

I read this and then sent you a friend request, I found this sad and felt the need to reach out.
Emotional read...

[Lathen Griffiths]

I enjoy seclusion to an extent and can understand someone who has been hurt wanting to withdraw from the company of others, I liked your idea of freedom in seclusion.

A very thought provoking piece,

Lathen

[Chris Shaw]

I personally found this poem really sad. Seems such a drastic way to deal with a situation. However, I respect everyone to live their lives in a way which is bearable for them. Inner turmoil is living hell. Perhaps living alone and severing all contacts was the only way she could cope. An admirable write here Phil.

Chris

[Phill Oz O'fee]

Thank you, Chris - it is based on someone I know - your review is most welcomed...be safe and well...:-)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

I am like the subject of this poem...I have found freedom in seclusion as well.
Screaming inside lets it in instead of out.
and that can definitely make us miserable.
raw feelings of madness arise...it drives us crazy...
maybe that is a kind of freedom in itself.
j.

[Phill Oz O'fee]

Thank you, my friend...I also find taking some time out on my own helps to clarify my thoughts! :-)