Resentment is a lift that only goes down

on its way to level hate,

never reaching the bottom,

dragging you to your fate.


Gravity helps it on its way

so its hard to change your mind,

its walls are full of mirrors

to watch your spirit unwind. 


No-one waits on other floors

to share your downward trend,

the mirrors are designed for you,

reflections that never end. 




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Fri 26th Jan 2018 21:59

David, thanks mate. In point of fact, resentment is so common and a bit like bad breath - people are not always even aware of it themselves, but others usually are.

Thanks Suki. I tried to intensify the feeling of this moral allergy, and i'm pleased it came over ; I like the Picasso idea, that makes sense too.

Wendy nice to have your thoughts - we have to try to vote this down!

Sorry folks above, I hadn't realized I commented before. Must be a first. Take your pick!!

Thank you Keith a lot for your
plaudit on the poem.

Thanks Frances; glad you liked it.

Mark, don't confuse me, though you do amuse me!

Love y'all. Ray

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M.C. Newberry

Thu 25th Jan 2018 16:13

It might be said that -
There is reason for resentment
When reason is resented!

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Frances Macaulay Forde

Thu 25th Jan 2018 03:02

Beautifully expressed with poetic insight.

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keith jeffries

Wed 24th Jan 2018 22:31

Ray, you have expounded well a human condition which we all experience in our lives but with excellent imagery and perfect rhyming. Well done matey and thank you. Keith

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Wed 24th Jan 2018 22:09

Many thanks David and Suki for your recognition of what I was meaning here, always appreciated as you know. Thanks Wendy for straying into my weird world.

Thank you for the likes Col and Jackie.


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Wed 24th Jan 2018 08:09

Hi Ray your poem is so true your words depict everything that goes with resentment some people never let go Thankyou . Love Wendy .

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suki spangles

Tue 23rd Jan 2018 22:40

Hi There Ray,

I imagine resentment, envy's kissing cousin oftentimes, must be utterly corrosive, a kind of internal rust where we become our own enemy within. You capture the purgatory of this here; the reflections that never end. Resentment as a distorting mirror; a hellish Picasso.


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Wolfgar Miere

Tue 23rd Jan 2018 21:24

That is a descent into hell accompanied by torment and self loathing, pity the soul that makes that trip Ray.

Excellent fair though quite horrific.


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