you left the door open
so you said
for me
to find my way back
a way back
to a life with you
manipulation
humiliation
culminating
in your fists
the final
degradation
I closed the door
to my heart
therefore
you must close
that rectangular
block of wood
because
you don’t have a heart
I can recognise
elPintor
Fri 3rd Jun 2016 21:12
Hey, Lynn,
I had the opportunity to read this while I was at work today and it's been on my mind since..
I just wanted to say how succinctly you describe the sort of personal victory one feels when leaving, for the last time, a place where they have suffered "manipulation humiliation..degradation.."
Thanks for posting this very good piece of work,
elP
Thank you for your kind comments, Jemima, much appreciated. Fortunately, no, it is not of personal experience.
Thank you Wolfie for liking.
Lynn x
Thu 2nd Jun 2016 17:15
as long as there is no truth to this poem Lynn,then I can safely say that I enoyed it for what it was,a very good poem! Thank you.Jemima.
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Lynn Dye
Mon 6th Jun 2016 13:34
Thank you very much, elP :o)