Pry

You can barely make out the vultures. In the road seen, they are vague. They are but a few specs within sight. But the scavengers lie in wait.

I feel like people do this. Like they suck you in and wait to spit you out. Leaving you with no clue as to what the offense maybe. Loving you, lifting you, and throwing you out the window for roadkill. If only we could walk away from those moments, and not bathe in the why’s.

I haven’t written a poem in a long time. So hopefully it’s not too terrible. I just don’t have the right words.

https://dailypost.wordpress.com/prompts/vague/

The plan long term I don’t understand,

Not sure that I ever can-

The joy and love has turned away,

Is distance and wrath I now pay-

My heart is broken,

My Spirit cries,

Surely there are not more lies?

It’s stolen my peace,

Friendship deceased-

Not by my hand,

I barely stand-

Crazy with worry,

My mind hurries-

Where did I fail?

I’m but a shell.

Obsessed with hurt,

From me you skirt-

Keeping distance,

No need for my assistance-

I need to let this go,

Yet how I do not know.

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2 Responses to Pry

  1. Thank you for sharing this. Love reading.

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