DREAMS OF UNMADE KINDNESS

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JOURNAL # 41

the mind is an angling trickster
images are formed
inaccuracy be damned
and pain lures the
fragile thoughts inwardly
to have a gruesome look see
is sad when you feel
you've made a friend
and reality reports back
to the bitter counterpoint
a sullen dull emptiness
even though small
still looms
like a shadow growing big
with the trajection of the sun
I am a fool
for connecting to those
who don't deserve
my genuine concern
I am a pawn discarded
in their game of
finding bigger targets
to manipulate to the
molding of their plan
and in their project's
selfish scheme
'Dreams Of Unmade Kindness'
are all too jaggedly born...........
(Sept. 17, 2011 201pm)

Author's Notes/Comments: 

how people slowly reveal just how disingenuous they really are. I always find it sad when I am lead to believe a person is one way and I am drawn in. They then show me that they are entirely different than I was lead to believe by the selfishness of their actions. Nobody wants to be a means to an end. I just recently had to let go of a person I thought was an amazing friend. He showed me by his actions how truly selfish and uncaring he really was and this poem has been brewing in my heart over a week for the shoddy treatment I was handed by him. Blessedly this poem helped me to clean out the anguish over the whole mess.

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