Nette Onclaud Poet Lyric

Abandonment

Although I seethe with fingers clenched
to silence this mad virus in my marrow,
the sight of favored quality time for siblings
gnaws this band of jealousy, untamed.
Being second or third best, rage is my ally,
igniting a fury hidden inside this chest
an expanding tremor ready to pounce back...
do you smell the pain when I reach for you?

Stop the excuse that we are many kids... liars! 
As a middle child, hand-me downs are gifts;
the eldest wears silk; young Randy...leather
while I sit far off in a theater like a pile of rags. 
Faking a deathly nightmare in the grim of nightfall,
Mom and Dad rush to feed my thirst for attention
and while I whisper slowly about this, my revenge;
the jaundiced ghost of abandonment is unleashed...

and they brush my hair through new moon's tint
oh full of concern...without the need to speak.



Shadow Hamilton's Contest
Through Their Eyes #2 Posted 9/9/2015
Resubmitted 8/16/2016

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Dr. Upma A. Sharma September 15, 2015 at 11:36 PM Wonderful write on jealousy nette n a great win! Big congrats!

Skat A September 15, 2015 at 11:20 PM Nette, congratulations on your win. Thank you for the support. Love SKAT

Andrea Dietrich September 10, 2015 at 9:11 PM wow, the ending was REALLY great, Nette. How you got that small revenge! the sister under me had a lot of insecurity in her birth placement. She is probably my best poetry ally in the family today. I wish she did not feel second best growing up. She is such a sweetie. Is this a real or imagined scenario? Hard to imagine you as being second fiddle.

Paul Callus September 10, 2015 at 1:33 PM Quite powerful and it speaks a thousand words! Envy and a thirst for attention feeding on revenge. ~ I was the 3rd of 7 siblings....I too experienced hand-me-downs! hugs // paul

James Peranteau September 9, 2015 at 2:20 PM Oooo, definitely seething dear poet ! Harboring grudges could be unhealthy Nette... power write this was girlie !...have a wonderful week...much love, james

Lyva Marty September 9, 2015 at 12:37 PM Reminds me of the invisible child who becomes even more resilient as she grows up. Mighty deep and provoking poem which I like!

Jan Allison September 9, 2015 at 7:45 AM I was a second child always second best ... but I've come off far better as a result of it! Good luck in the contest:-) hugs jan xx

Anne-Lise Andresen September 9, 2015 at 3:44 AM - Being middle child, (me too) is difficult ...... sometimes you were too small ... and sometimes you were too big - A great poem, Nette - I wish you good luck in the the contest ...... and lovely day :) - hugs // Anne-Lise :)