Anger, Hurt, Tears

I am so angry.

Tired, and so angry

Hurt and missing

the softness in my life

the gentle touch

the kindly spoken word

the look of love

to convey a touch

from across the room

or across the globe

I don’t care

anymore

about anything

or anyone

after being for others

what I wish I had

for me

and nothing

ever

comes back

lies

deceit

words said to provide

what they think

I want to hear

and never

a care

or a thought

never a hand pitched in

only criticism -

do it this way

don’t do it that way

“you’re wrong,

am I right?”

I’m so done.

Embracing that which

trails so far behind me

but has come ever nearer

and nearer

until I smell its unsung

victory

until I know

this broken heart

won’t hurt any more

if I just give in

just give up

just turn

and offer it -

food

for the black dog.

Lin Cava©

18-November-2010

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