David William Breidenthal Poet Free verse

My Hidden Pride

Loneliness submits to me like a bride, 
Saying her vows and seeking marriage
I can’t break those vows and promises I’ve uttered 
Spread butter to the toast – 
Reveal to me her story
I’ll deal with being a loser…
though I feel defeated
At least I still have my inner pride…
Submitting to me like a bride…
Her promises will never die
Maybe I should humble myself........

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Richard Lamoureux April 23, 2014 at 7:42 PM If humbleness leads to another choice in brides I say go for it! I like how you expressed yourself here. I agree with Scott, very entertaining.

Jake Ponce April 22, 2014 at 8:05 PM I'm curious about what the circumstances were when you wrote this. I could be mistaken but I feel a hint of regret at the beginning and sense of unrepentant triumph at the end. It's cool how I was taken for a rollercoaster ride by your lines. LOL

Scott Thirtyseven April 21, 2014 at 5:42 AM Entertaining write, I hope that it isn't too autobiographical. David William Breidenthal April 22, 2014 at 6:23 AM What is that s'posed to mean exactly? Haha... ok then... Thank you immensely. (: Davey :)