Prosey poetry and free verse.
Unapologetically real recovery.
Monday, October 17, 2011
Eyes red with rage
at the continued duplicity
while professed transparency
You know I know better.
You know my intuitive sense
is dead on about the lying and
shallowness and defensiveness.
You aren't even honest with yourself -
why would you be with me?
It hurts and the wound won't heal
because the harm is still being
inflicted. (Posted for Midnight Snack #7, 10/17/11 and Thursday Poet's Rally 54, 10/24/11)