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Rated: E · Poetry · Contest Entry · #1763171
Sometimes red pills aren't sweet.
Honorable Mention in the 76th Traditional Poetry Contest by SHERRI GIBSON Author Icon, March 31, 2011

FIRST PLACE in the Charles' Monthly Poetry Contest by scorpialex, December, 2011


He changes his mind so often
Drives me crazy with his monologues,
Never words that my heart soften
And for hours in the Internet, in blogs.

He complains about life and love
Doesn’t understand reasons,
Only sees himself as above
Easily changes like the Seasons.

He says he can live alone
Only happy with his possessions,
But his house is not a home
And his words are furious damnations.

Every day it’s like digesting anger
As if swallowing little red pills,
That unfulfilled my life; I’m in danger
I must leave; he my soul kills.

I’d rather live alone in the crowd
Wake up and find many bills,
Every door, word, thought to be allowed
Than to swallow daily little red pills.

Months and years of dedication
All vanished down the drain,
Possibilities ahead beyond my imagination
And in my heart no more pain.

Crossing mountains and hills
Finding love inside my heart,
I determined: from him no more red pills
Finding sunlight; I must be smart.

He will and then suddenly he won't
I was surviving silently in this madness,
Almost often saying honey, don't
I must stop this; enough with sadness.

Deadly little red pills no more,
I will fly away... a new life soar.

Words: 218
34 lines
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