Becoming Me, Becoming Bitter

Becoming Me, Becoming Bitter

A Poem by DuffyDreamer

Heart wide open, vulnerable to his aura

Words from the past that use to rule my life

Now there’s a wall both soaring and strong

They beg and entice to cross and I always decline

I shall not hurt again, pain is not worth the gain

Love was told to be beautiful and pure

The fairytales had it wrong, it rots of disappointment 

The old me is dead, hopeful and naive

Now I know the truth, all men leave

I don’t wish for loneliness but it is my fate

The day I became bitter, I have down the date

© 2017 DuffyDreamer

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Rubbish! Where's my red pen? Mark down 'needs improvement'! A fat C minus!

Those were two sword swings, anyway. Truth be told, I thought it was pretty good (not much of a slaughter, I know- deal with it). I liked the beat, the rhymes, the passion and hurt behind it. I used to feel the same way once, straight to the core. And from my experience, I also know that no amount of external encouragement will exhume a broken spirit. But, also from experience, I will say this: there is a light to be found in the darkness, Duffy, but you have to seek it. You have to fight, or else the monsters there will eat you alive. They almost did me.
Keep your head up and a pen in your hand. And write. Cause I dig it

Posted 3 Weeks Ago


3 Weeks Ago

What a terrible pessimist you are Dan! Far too much kindness and far too little slaughtering ;)
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Dan Cowan

3 Weeks Ago

Oh I will. I stake my metaphorical sword on it. Hopefully tomorrow. I would suggest bracing yourself.. read more

3 Weeks Ago

Hmm, is that a promise?

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Added on December 27, 2017
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