They’ll say I’m a bitch
They’ll say I’m a fool
They’ll say I’m hard hearted
They’ll say I’m real cruel
They’ll say I deserve
Everything that I get
They’ll say I ‘ll live to regret
The leaving of husband
Children and home
I’m running away
I’ll be all alone…
No one will care as I’ve cared less
They’ll harden their hearts to my
distress
But who can judge the reasons that go
On
the mind the torments that find
Their way to the brain
Until all that is left is to go or
remain
Remain and go under remain and submerge
Those dreams and ambitions
That die and then surge
That rise and then fall
Like a Springtime flood
The racing you feel in the blood
And how do you ever know
You’ll be still
Until after your death?
At the sound of the Knell?
(written late 1970s)
2 comments:
Quite a passionate poem Fiona which reads almost like a confession. Beautifully constructed.
It is a passionate poem! The older I get, the more I realise we shouldn't be quick to judge....there's always lots of 'propaganda' around where there's a break up. Like poems that make me think 🤔
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