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Rated: 18+ · Poetry · Teen · #1181976
Thoughts and accusations take flight, only to come full circle and realize what's right.
I was told to vent today.
To let it all out - to let it go away
To let it slip, to let it be
To let it leave
To set it free
Lest I be drowned
Lest I continue to deceive
“Again
Again it’ll happen,” they’d say
Yes, they’d say
In one brutal chorus
My friends they’d all say
“Oh dear
Poor Friend!”
“Poor soul, he’s been left”
The squeak of a weak voice
Center row
Or perhaps on stage left?
“Oh dear
An errand or two...
Yes, that’ll distract!”
“Come here, let’s play,”
…Come here. Forget?…
“Come here, dear Friend!
We’ll entertain you!
Let’s play!
Forget!”
“Forge?”
“Forget.”

…Yet all that they’d do…
…Seemed to harm more than it heal…

Those ignorant clerics
"My friend", they all call me
Can’t they see?
Can’t they see?
I’m up on my feet
Just wishing to kneel!
…To have what I used to be able to feel…
Do they see what they cause?
They make me forget!
Why I’m here in the first place
Why in bed I just set
My mind on the scene
Where the girl of my dreams
Sold my heart in a bet

Yes, they make me forget
Why I hate myself
And her even more
They make me forget!
I want it no more

You clerics! You healers!
Let me repair my damn self!
Because when you make me forget
You sometimes remind me that she’s still got a receipt on her shelf
Of my heart, of my feelings
An itemized memoir of my emotional pleadings
For her love and attention
Written in the blood of my emotional beatings

She once made me feel special,
Safe
And loved
So much like you did
With all your simple hugs

Do you hear me?
I want it no more!
You all remind me of her!

So let me writhe here and die here
Wishing for more
Let me cry out my lungs ‘till they fall from my mouth to the floor
Let me sit here and sleep here
Just outside her door

…I just want her to answer the fucking door…
Please God,
Let her answer her door!
Let me see her this once
And let me shout out the rest of this overdramatic response

Then I’ll get over her, and appreciate you
My friends
My personal saviors from hell

Let me lose her completely
And I'll finally treat you all well

Friends, you made me forget
You made me forget
You made me forget that I’ve already got what I want
So caring, so simple
I love you, my friends

And though I won’t say it,
Know I mean it from the core
I love you. I love you.
All of you I adore

But God, I miss her
I miss her, I miss her
That whore
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