The Cycle

The Cycle

A Poem by PoemRodent
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When you sit by with your heart in your hand and watch the anger and hate rise knowing that friends and others are assisting in a dangerous situation and you can't stop it...without leaving.

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She wants, and needs, she lies,

She begs to have it or she cries.

Anger comes, the hate behind,

I am the dummy well defined.


Family, friends they all supply,

Then stand back and wonder why.

Her life is ruined silently scorned,

killing my heart I so forewarned.


Wake up sleeper your losing me,

The void is not helping you flee.

But no matter you are an adult,

Disregard the pain and result.


I'm the one that showed I care,

The one you betray you so dare.

Why? Its simple selfish greed,

Drugs are your answer to feed.


Love and patients mean little,

You hurt me like a old fiddle.

No regard or care just get high,

While I slowly watch and die.


Rules were set well to remember,

I cant handle the burning ember.

Not a warning, a simple known fact,

My love you are bound to impact.


Then I will no longer be here...

© 2012 PoemRodent


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Very deep and good writing..one sided love..drugs or not...just does not work..Nice one..Valentine

Posted 7 Years Ago


Sometimes in love it is unbalanced and one person is the giver and the other is the taker and of course it is unhealthy but extremely hard to the giver to break from. I think this was a well written piece from the giver perspective. It evoked hurt feelings and also love. I liked your phrasing and flow. Well done.

Posted 8 Years Ago


I get the feeling this is about the relapse of addiction, or the cycle of mental illness like bipolar disorder...When you watch someone you care about ruin themselves and all you can do is watch and hope for the best, even though you know the best might not come after all...Anyway very nice read and keep on writing. I look forward to reading more of your stuff. Great job! :)

Posted 8 Years Ago


strong through out
You can feel the desire for the one that is loved to receive the love/help
As stated (or I feel) one can only do so much

Great Piece friend..

Posted 8 Years Ago



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Added on June 10, 2012
Last Updated on June 10, 2012
Tags: drugs, addiction, frustration, contemplation, heartbroken

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PoemRodent
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I am duality at its best. A traveler and a self proclaimed pin cushion, the voodoo doll everyone enjoys to prick. Yet here I am writing on subjects that eat on my heart, mind and soul. Dark one day, h.. more..

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