it would have been so easy
to keep her alive
a few drops
so little
i often wondered
if it was just self centredness
narcissim thoughtlessness insensitivity
or a power trip to make her beg
an act of deliberate hatred
there was a time
not so long ago
when the last option
could never have been addressed
or accepted as a possibility
now on reflection
it probably is the most likely
there is a lot to be said
for a life spent
head in the clouds
dodging the brutal truth
reality is a ruthless task master
not for the faint hearted
best saved for the pointy end of life


LOL, the minion has some sage advice. Your poem made me think of those who prefer to live in denial, head in the clouds, rather than face the starkness of their reality. Your closing lines are especially wonderful.
ReplyDeletePowerful emotion here... the quest to know why and the futility as we just never know; aren't able to understand for a variety of reasons. (that last quip after the poem... ha!)
ReplyDeleteThere's truth to what you say. Still, I hope for kindness.
ReplyDeleteReality is indeed a ruthless taskmaster. Too much of its antics will either lay you low, o kill you.
ReplyDeleteTo beg for what should be freely given. The second to third stanza made me really think about why someone might do something like that... it does feel in a way like retaliation for a lack of affection.
ReplyDeleteThe truth can be brutal...that is so true Rall! That meme is hilarious and true too!
ReplyDeleteI am not a lover of flowers indoors as it is like a punishment for trusting the gardener to tend and look after you; but in reality it is a death sentence away from your real famiy.
ReplyDeleteHeartbreaking truth...
ReplyDeletereality is a tough task-master...best left for darker poetry...bkm
ReplyDeleteBrutal truth...It is always there, but we run from it.
ReplyDeleteBlunth truth is still truth. Thanks for dropping by my sumie Sunday
ReplyDeleteMuch❤🕊❤love
Tough to live in reality. Your closing lines were wonderful, Rall!
ReplyDeleteYes, it can be hard to face up to such things. I like the truthfulness with which the poem tackles all the permutations.
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