The Knife and the Crown
Negotiations
I resist any action
Fearing the outcome
Fantasies escape
Tall tales woven in my head
Seeking a release
Accusations hurt
It is hard to tell the truth
I am torn apart
I want to please him
But life is so very short
Should I wait longer?
Maybe tomorrow?
He tells me his point of view
Rushing out the door
The moment is lost
Only the trivial allowed
I am left alone
I think and I think
Trying to figure it all out
Spinning and confused
The moment has passed
The knife of anger will hurt
No crown is offered
I am drawn away
The ones I love do struggle
My offerings weak
I must do something
"You are not responsible"
He tells me often
My withdrawal hurts
My arms are not reaching out
I have been rebuffed
Protecting myself
My hands and feet are asleep
I stand in cement
The feelings are real
The friendship is suffering
Is it all my fault?
His grip is heavy
Reaching out for attachments
I am smothering
"The secret to life"
Is to attract what you want
I thought it was him
The mirror reflects
I am not wearing the crown
Once so desired
"You want the glory"
The knife slicing both ways now
Exposing the blame
Copyright © Karen Price | Year Posted 2010
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