Sometimes red pills aren't sweet. |
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 |