Dispossession

October 14, 2011
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Setting the table, waiting watching, wondering.
Not sure why I am all alone.
I remember.. I’ve always, always
Been alone.
No matter how hard
I cry,
No matter
How much I hurt
I’ve always, always been alone.

A swift stern smack on the hand
A knife through the heart..
It doesn’t hurt for a moment,
I cry, it lingers and stings.
Sorry doesn’t matter, its nothing to me.
It’s a worn out word…. With no meaning..
I’ve always, always been alone.

Why do you scold me with a grin?
The Cheshire cat is not your title.
I do this, that, and the other thing but no one notices.
I cry scrubbing the floors,
I cry wiping the counters…
And all you want is something else done.
Just stop, you’ll see the painful poise picture of how
I’ve always, always been alone.

Don’t mind me I’ll bend over backwards.
Don’t lift a finger.
No matter how hard I scream,
How much,
I cry, no one can save me..
They can try, they always forget
I’ve always, always been alone.





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