Blob Rnesre Poet Free verse

The Cycle

Problems, all I heard
Dusk till dawn;
A cup filled with complaints 
Little does she know,
How fortunate she is
Shallow phrases will soon filled my empty pockets with utter shame
“I can’t believe I’m actually related to that witch, she’s ruining my life”
She muttered


Sat in my closet of comfort 
Guilt never appeared to vanish from my mind
The eyes, voices, smell of those are persistently present
Stitched into my soul
Helpless I felt
As for I merely am a piece of worn out cloth 


300 suns ago
Those eyes lay upon me,
A blunt curtain to hide the pain
To mask emotion
Emotions,
Soon opinions
Opinions,
Far to dangerous to survive with
The backs of those hammered on with heat
Small drops of water rose from the skin
Soon evaporated 
Dehydration, 
Played with both mind and body


Another day gone by in the closet of comfort, 
“Perfect” as the next
Yet, she still complains on her “hard life”
Unable to see past herself
Problems with “first world” countries


The touch, speed, agility the fingers of those posses
Seconds after seconds of non-stop production, no energy wasted
Days after days without necessities, none wasted
Pocket after pocket sowed on, one mistake, and those where gone,
Replaced, by a younger, faster one
Like the wife’s of the owners

My last day in the closet of comfort,
I,
Like those, will also soon be thrown out, replaced by the “newer”
She, 
Will continue her life like nothing has changed
My replacement, 
Like I will sit, watch, and feel helpless
Those,
Will continue to live without opinion

The cycle,
Same events repeated, 
Time and time 
Again.

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Beata Agustin October 19, 2024 at 12:50 AM Thanks for sharing this... exposing your thoughts through your unique poetic style. Meanwhile, I greet you with the love of the Lord, expressed by John 3:16 of the Bible, "For God so loved the world, that he gave his only begotten Son, that whosoever believeth in him should not perish, but have everlasting life." Be blessed.

Poet Destroyer A February 18, 2016 at 10:21 AM BLOB, Enjoyed the way you expressed every line. Please keep writing and sharing you're poetry. LOVE LINDA

Skat A December 5, 2015 at 8:06 PM Blob, I really enjoyed this poem thanks for sharing **SKAT**

Vicky Tsiluma September 18, 2013 at 10:17 AM Powerful write Blob! I like how you've portrayed the irony of complaining when one is sitting in the 'closet of comfort'. Human nature leads us to 'forget' the plight of others when we are removed from them. Very well penned!