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Domestic Disease
I look in the mirror and see
A stranger looking back at me
Two swollen, sunken, bleary eyes
Two voids, a soul, mired by lies
The cause of this it would seem
A man, a love, a hopeless dream
He walked away from this supreme
And took away my self esteem
Suffered for a love so fleeting
Wore the shame of every beating
Voice of reason clear as mud
Tears eventually replaced with blood
How can you teach blind love to see
For I know him and I are not meant to be
I stand here taunted, belittled, broken
And yet not another word was spoken
poem
Stand tall dear. You can recover. Just never let that dog around you again for a second chance. Put that one behind you. There will be another time, another place, and someone will love you. If one ever hits me his ass is in deep trouble. Good luck and blessings.
So sad
I hope for your health and well being you have a restraining order, and a big ole mean dog!
That Rat Bastard!
sorry for the language...
you need consideration, not more rage!
Peace
Dylan
ps
the poem is great!
keep writing it helps with perspective
"One of the best results of life, is the torment of love"
Dylan Eliot