Old Poetry (image by Bunny Luna)
Added 2022-09-10 13:31:00 +0000 UTCPoem from Nov 2003:
I was young, innocent
A virgin to cruelty and
Emotional toil.
Under a homely roof
Living like all was bliss.
But I did not realize
This life was fake.
My friend, the spike
And I were close.
People would always say,
βLook how great they get along!
How sweet! Those two!β
The days grew long.
I began to fatigue.
Then I noticed a small pain
In my side.
I tried to ignore it.
βIt will go awayβ
But the days went on.
It hurt more and more.
And for once I realized-
It was the spike.
It was him the whole time.
This thorn in my sideβ¦
This sudden point of view-
This realization
Only made the pain worse.
I asked quietly, and politely,
βWill you please leave?β
But the spike did not hear-
He thought I liked it.
The spike caused such pain
I knew he must be removed.
Ever so carefully- tenderly,
I grabbed hold of itβs end.
Waves of agony
Pulsated through my body
As I gripped;
Steadily, I increased the pressure
And began to pull outwards.
The feeling was so excruciating.
βWill I survive?
Can I live without the spike?β
Still I continued to pull.
The spike was determined
To stay in my side.
He tried to dig in more.
βDonβt you love me?β
The spike asked, angelically.
βWe were the best of friends,
The kind only found in fairytales!
We loved each other!
How can you just pull me out?β
Through the barrier
Of all my pain-
I heard the spikeβs pleas
And they pierced my heart-
And drew tears to my eyes.
βBut I do love youβ¦β
I admitted to the spike.
With this there was hesitance.
Should I pull out the spike,
Until he is gone forever?
I hope you appreciate me bearing my soul for you <3 Photo by Bunny Luna.
