Still trying to convince me that you mean well, So, why do
I continue to protect you?
Loneliness incased me in this prison cell. But you don't
Even notice if I'm in the room. I've
Never tried to put me above your needs
Can't unhear the silence your eyes are telling me, that you don't
Even care about the mess you made. And I'm left here cleaning on my knees, what's left unsaid
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Comments (5)
Good work and cleaning one's emotions in a positive way.
👍 Cleaning one one’s knees the ‘unsaid’ is a great image Kelli! 😊
This is very good. I especially love the ending.
What a sad poem that cries for what once was - or perhaps, better still, the dream that once was.
We tend to lean toward being the clean-up crew as "empaths" and nurturers, but we all have t kick ourselves into letting the offender become their own victim of their selfishness. Well said!