Taken For Granted

Overwhelmed with hatred and sorrow

Fulfilling my insides

Making me not want to see tomorrow

Falling as I stumble

Tripping over my heart

I try to put it together

As it falls apart

Drowning in distrust

As I’m being deceived

Floating on lies

I don’t want to believe

As I sigh and start to cry

A piece of me

Withers away and dies

Am I a giver

On other peoples behalf

As I stand by and watch

My dreams get smashed

Twisted and turned

In different directions

Phantom of my future

And what is destine

Now my kindness

Has turned to hatred

Something that is priceless

And often

Taken for granted

Author's Notes/Comments: 

This poem was written in 1998.

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