Lack of UnderstandingA Poem by E.L. DebbageDo
not glare at me with those eyes
that convey all but optimism; which
shall never be granted pass inside
your ever-darkening heart.
Do
not hand me your personal hardships. Dear,
they have been handed to you on a silver platter. To make you more empathetic and wise, not I.
Take
a moment to feel the poison you filter
down my throat - your anger and misery
Is directly sent to me and through
guilt; I am your sanctuary.
Ever
so simply you allow me to feel your
torment. As your confidant I am weakened
" by the ever familiar song you
sing at the early AM. Your relentless body;
unable to sleep and my minds rest will
not suffice for the same reason yours denies
it. What obligations toward you do I hold
with my bare, thoughtful heart? I had
wept, long, for your suffering, now
I weep only for mine. © 2015 E.L. DebbageAuthor's Note
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5 Reviews Added on July 5, 2015 Last Updated on July 5, 2015 AuthorE.L. DebbageNorwich , United KingdomAboutHi, I write a lot of poetry most of which is probably garbage more..Writing
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