"How does that make you feel?"
famous last words as they seal the deal.
They want to map your fate.
Try to rid each person one by one of hate.
Expect to be listened to, they are asked
after all they're often the only ones ever up to the task.
The personal therapist, the psychoanalyst,
the listener, the optomist.
"Bend their ear" they say
"You can tell them anything and they'll stay,
won't walk away, won't make you or break you,
won't 'for god sake' you."
Will give you that tender hug, that secret smile,
they produce an atmosphere which gives you courage,
you aren't on trial.
They negotiate, initiate, diffuse and often lose,
to the darker side, which makes you determined fools.
Which makes you as stubborn, as rough, as old, mules,
which lands you in trouble and then you're back in that damn chair
once again not giving a care.
Saturday, 26 March 2011
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About Me
- Abi's blog
- This blog is basically, poetry, pretty words and underneath it all a real sense of who I am... I am a feminist of sorts, hence why my writing is mainly from the female view. I don't profess to be anything special, when writing these at stupid o'clock in the morning I, like every other human being on the planet, make spelling mistakes.I am not always grammatically correct, but put it this way, if you can read my poetry and enjoy any of it, relate to it even, you are getting a sense of who I am, how I love, how I hate, what I believe. I hope you like my writing.
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