“I’ve Reaped, What You Sewed, Though The Seed Is Mine, You've Now Hoed"
04/21/2004 @ 9:24pm
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By: dalilpoet |
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Here we are,
Speechless,
From what’s become.
Belittled,
We are,
we’ve done it,
To ourselves.
We’ve taken,
The one thing,
Anyone would ask for,
And twisted,
And tied it up.
Fought for,
A place,
We didn’t seem to make,
Only demolished,
All that we’ve trhown away.
You knew –
Who I was,
What I believed,
You knew,
Where I lived,
And what meant to me.
You can’t blame,
Me for all you said,
You can’t tell me,
I deserve torment.
What you do,
You do ‘cause you choose,
For whatever reason,
I can’t,
I won’t,
Fight to know,
I’ve fought enough,
It’s not worth it no more.
In silence we are,
I Won’t break the bar,
You’ve chosen it to go this far.
Peace,
Yes there is,
Though a frigidness-
Gives a tense pull
On us now.
I haven’t given up,
It only seems I did,
Don’t look with your eyes,
Look with your soul,
It may not seem you have one,
But it’s there,
I know.
A satin curtain lays,
To cover
My shame,
I was so naive,
I can’t believe,
I was so decieved.
So simply apparent,
Yet I didn’t see.
I will close
To you,
With these last words,
“All or nothing,
That I have lost,
I’ve gained more,
With your cost.”
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