Reading What I Wrote

Reading What I Wrote

Feed back about my work has been mixed lately, those that liked it read it aloud; those who didn't like it didn't. Once my poems were read aloud, those that didn't suddenly did. So, I post this advice: read my poems out loud, you might just hear something you didn't know was there...

Tuesday, January 8, 2013

Playing Games













Hiding the hurt from you
Was easy because you were hurt too
You didn't see what I faced
Because your anger was misplaced
While you stood there and accused
Please understand there is no excuse
I hurt too, though you didn't see
(You were the one hurting me)
I kept quiet, silent, and still
Hoping you'd swallow that jagged pill
A pill coated heavily with fear
And resentment you loved so dear
When that didn't happen I walked away
Hoping to return, hurt but okay
My return un-triumphant, lame
Because it ended our little game