The B***h of it All

So she wants answers. She wants faith, she wants life fashioned on a stick like a goddamn corndog or better yet, a bleeding marshmallow dripping over the spit. She wants the inner peace and I put the needle on reality. And isn't that the b***h of it all. To look across some narrow emptied table into the eye sockets of a want while billions of thoughts are streaming oblivion, trying to push away the only black we might ever know. Yet a simple lie could cure it all.

Reviews

[Gypsy Warrior Queen]

Of course she wants answers....what woman doesn't? Lol One simple lie...when did lies ever become simple.

[Perdition]

When the weight of truth became too much for alll, but that's a whole other poem where most women don't truly want more answers..they want anything but that. Answers are a man's foolish past rolling around in their bling eyes to them. Just shut up and love more than possible and then repeat with patience they would prefer...lol. Thanks Queenie.

[Fabian G. Franklin]

"But above all else..." I greatly enjoy your powerful descriptive usage. Very nice work.

[Perdition]

Once again...appreciate your input. I hope to keep the "descriptive usage" rolling. Thanks~

[Brittany Zedalis]

I saw this when you posted it on Facebook and hoped that you'd posted it on here, too. I don't know if you wrote this about anyone or if you just needed to write, but regardless, I feel a lot of emotion seeping out from the words.

[Perdition]

We be poets no? Thanks L.!