Unloved

The unloved live in a private hell.
Of it they cannot tell.
The words in their throat get stuck.
When they speak they stutter and give up.

"Why me?" they silently ask.
"What happened when I was conceived
  to make me so easily deceived?"
"Was I born with FOOL on my face
  or is it a fact I have no place?"

"How will I survive 
  this crazy beehive?"
They busy themselves all around me,
  never seeing what has bound me
  to this cross that I bare.
"Does anyone really care?"



By:  Carole O'Terry Duet
Copyright: 2016
"All Rights Reserved"

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Daniel Turner

September 4, 2016 at 8:07 AM

I could write a book about this poem. Life is a road of choices, nobody cares about your choices, they are only focused on their own. Once you've made your choice, there is no turning back. That's life. I can relate to this poem. Another fine write from your pen, Carole.

Carole Duet

September 4, 2016 at 9:00 PM

Yes, I know. Perhaps the only people who really cared about our choices were our parents and God and you know we didn't always listen or obey just like our kids do too. Some of us just have to learn the hard way along the way. But then, we probably had some fun along the way and we can always say "live and learn" and really mean it. I always keep my door open...and sometime, someday, somewhere I hope true love comes knocking. "Never Give Up" is my motto...and I'm sticking to it. lol