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How can I make you pay,
When the highlight of your day is the hurtful words you say
How do I stomp out scum,
When your heart is cold and numb
Each time I search for a way to retaliate I second guess myself. Is it even worth fighting someone who's so ignorant? Everytime I hit rock bottom you make attempts to stomp on me. Each time I take a blow from you I am reminded; even at rock bottom I'm above you. Why else would you use what little time your gifted with to torment me?
If I could teach you one thing it would be that it's useless to throw rocks at the clouds above you. What if they rained down on you? What if the light shower you thought you'd see were instead a flood? What if, in a second, all you knew was washed away; what if in that same second the roles of tormentor and tormented were switched? Swept away by the waters you so adamantly ached on; it would be up to me to save you.
I know exactly what thoughts would cross my mind. I would tell myself to save you and forgive all that you have done. I would tell myself that in doing so I'd prove I was the better person. I know that those thoughts would be crushed and turned to dust by all the negative things that you caused me to feel. I don't know if I'm a good person but I know that the first thoughts to cross my mind would rush back to me. In that split second I would reach my hand below the water's surface and pull you above it. I know that once I grabbed hold of you I would once again be overcome by the negativity. I wouldn't let go though.
Even though I would save you, once you thanked me I would turn my back to you. You wouldn't know why, because like I said before you are ignorant. I would ask myself if saving you was the right thing to do. "Right" of course, having nothing to do with what the majority of people would say, but "right" instead being something that made me feel good about the decision I've made.
The flood would diminish and you would put together the scraps of everything you once knew. Only time would answer my next question.
Would the highlight of your day still be the hurtful things you say?
- Title: When the flood gates fail...
- Artist: Yurugu
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Description:
This poem was something that I made to be inspirational. I wanted to write something that would make people think, whether they were lowly tormentors or the undeserving tormentors. I wanted deep and meaningful; I believe that I accomplished that with this.
Thank you for reading. - Date: 11/28/2008
- Tags: flood gates fail
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Comments (1 Comments)
- BarlowGirl3 - 09/07/2010
- It became a little confusing toward the end, but the beginning was amazing. very deep and meaningful. I likes it. smile 5/5
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