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Rated: E · Poetry · Family · #2192687
This poem is based on a past experience and the feelings it evoked
I was hurting,
But she didn’t know it,
She, sitting across from me,
Facing me,
Gaze critical.

I knew I wasn’t welcome,
But I had to come,
Just to see her face,
How she was,
If she was fine.

I knew the culprit,
The demon behind her coldness,
That tiny woman,
With a cross in one hand,
A glittering sword in the other,
And forced serenity upon her face.

“You must bow,” she said,
With a smile speaking peace,
And eyes shooting pins,
“Just bow before me.”

“Not to you, I will not bow”,
So she went to the one close to me,
My sister, my friend,
My mum’s first born,
Turned her against me,
When only a week before,
All we had were hugs and kisses.

I loathe that woman,
That prophetess of doom,
The home wrecker,
That destroyer of peace.
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