It’s not about the things in them
you hate,
it’s about the things in you
that obliterate.
You longed to fix everyone
outside,
as you took a look at yourself
and lied.
It’s much easier for you
to blame,
than to see what’s truly fueling
hate’s flame.
Everyone walked away
after trying,
but you just wouldn’t listen….
Now, you’re dying.
You played with the fire
and you’ve been burned.
The silence they expressed were lessons
you never learned.
I don’t know if you had anyone in mind when you wrote this, Damon, but it doesn’t matter. You have a great way of expressing your feelings through your poetry. I admire that and often wonder if I could be brave enough to try that myself … though I’m not a poet!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Lesley, I actually had myself in mind, and it could apply to many I know and have known. It’s just a truth I’ve personally had to face, more than once.
Thanks for the compliment. I think my father’s gift of poetry inspired me to write my own.
Enjoy the day!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thanks for explaining that. I might give it a go, even if I never post it! You have a great gift. I enjoy your poetry. Hope you have a good day too. 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
Great! Thanks 😊
LikeLiked by 1 person