Ungrateful

Ungrateful

A Poem by Laz K.

How many more grains

From the hourglass of my life

Before the sieve of your

Greedy hands is full?

How many more jolts and

Convulsions of this tired

Beating drum of my affection

Before the discordant

Overture of your would-be

Birdsong takes wing?

How many more nights shall I be

The flickering candle to the

Moth of your blind ambitions?

Must I be, like you, a corpse hanging

Naked from a cross, dripping blood,

Crowned with shame, scapegoat of

The whole world’s blame before

The rage of this injustice is

Pacified and tamed?

© 2025 Laz K.


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I can still have my kid now too. It doesn't mean I and my decisions are wrong or meant not to happen. I sometimes feel with donar sperm will you call him again same blood of you?? No you won't. So the second kid is also in my life but you are not making it happen.

Life when understood if forcefully not making it happen god has other plans to make it happen. It doesn't mean it is not prone to happen. It's just result of others actions. If Gandhi has second thought why to take risk to freedom whether it will come or not it would hav different.
Did sahiba left you or you left her. She was nice that she left you not like your current gf who is just live with you still hurting many people at this age too seeking sex. I am sorry that is fact.

Who will do like me whenever you want I come here and go back with blame that I never loved you. Who will do like me who are you to me. I just loved you and came to know you are good when you get hurt and I do care for you. Why couldn't go to someone because you know I only can help you. It's my nature. I changed my fate.

Don't get negative thoughts atleast self blame makes me complete sinner though I hav not done any sin.



Posted 1 Hour Ago


Hi laz, I know I can't even hurt myself with words or ways? Why do you think I was hurting you. Aperson who doesn't like to blame others just does self blame. I too hav heart and life, small dreams. If you think other way it's only a mistake of you. But it never meant to hurt. I wanted my baby to say her/him atleast have mother and I feel and responsibility to say what is right. And if the baby is others I will not control to say you are doing, when he/she is small. That's the only reason to have my baby. Our own blood saved families life. Who cares other family members when they are not your family.
I know our friends, family can give better judgement to us who cares some one even to of our family cares for. Your cousins only care for you. Did my cousins think of you.

It was never meant to hurt you, I was in my depression to hurt myself.

If you take it positively it's good but if you get hurt them it hurts me back again.



Posted 1 Hour Ago


Talk about righteous outrage! I don't know to whom this protest is addressed, but they have apparently crossed a line that must not be crossed. I have a feeling it is an unfaithful lover, but it could also be political. The Good Friday imagery makes me even more uncertain.

Posted 2 Hours Ago


Here I am to do a return review, my liege (;
Wow! You begin with such power, I am struck by the strength of your words, your attitude is certainly not playing here. Your comparing to a cross execution is extremely shaking.
You have chosen a performance of accusatory and requite. Very impressive! I leave relieved I am not the one at the opposite end of your wrath. Awesome piece, sir!

Posted 15 Hours Ago


Laz K.

14 Hours Ago

Haha, well said, but consider the possibility that the speaker is calling him/herself ungrateful. <.. read more
ETERNITY

11 Hours Ago

Laz K. Aha! I see that now! Thanks and my pleasure.
This piece is very interesting. Impassioned. Imploring. And visceral.

Posted 1 Day Ago



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Added on May 13, 2025
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Laz K.
Laz K.

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