I want to inflict
a pain that
is life
long.
if not for sanity,
the malice I harbor
would allow my death
simply
to spite
the woman
who holds my love
for the way she
leaves me emotionally impotent,
I would make it
so she would never
forget.
my passing would be heroic…
like saving her life,
pushing her
from out of in front of a bus.
or suicide,
to always make her wonder.
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There is a strange strength in this poem, but as a woman it makes me shudder! However, when relating to suicide I've had my tough times slipping towards it, but I simply have no reason enough to die. When I choose death, it becomes like a natural defeat I am walking towards.
As for the poem itself, I like it for the flow and the poignance.
I run a blog magazine known as Chai Kadai (tea shop), which is meant for sharing, conversation, exploration, and learning. I have been following your poetry for quite some time and want to know if you would like to submit some our way. As the editor, I request this from you.
Email it to me at chaikadai@gmail.com
Thanks a lot,
Sam
p.s. Happy New Year!
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