by Dana L Naney
Monday, August 06, 2001
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This poem is of betrayal...
It is not fear you see in my eyes,
It is contempt for all your lies.
My hate burns deep,
Making it hard to sleep.
You say itís all my fault,
That folly will come to a halt.
But tell me, what do you know?
That my hate will daily grow?
No, you donít wish to see,
You will never let me be.
You push me this way and that,
Like Iím nothing more then a rat.
Still my silence will remain,
And nothing you will gain.
Leave me to my pain,
For our friendship now lies slain.
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|Reviewed by Janet Caldwell
|Very determined choice of words. I love it! JC|
|Reviewed by Sherri Emily Avery
|Great read and write. I've been in this position before, I can relate. It touched me...Thanks for sharing...Keep the faith...and in everything you do, do with love and love will always be with you....sea|
|Reviewed by Dallas Franklin
|Excellent write! *~:) If I may..a note re your apspirations for becoming a writer..why wait..you are a writer now! Age doesn't matter..it just cures the pures so to speak.*~:)We're constantly growing..I still am at 43!*~;)Good stuff!|
|Reviewed by C Webb (Reader)
|definitely the words of a singer like Alanis or Pink....
defiant, yet beautiful.
|Reviewed by Trish Scahill
|Reviewed by Theresa Koch