Another poem

Every day I wait for the part to come in the mail in order to fix my computer...and it still has not come.

So, I think I shall post this poem. My original intent was THE "Defrauding Daughters" essay that I wrote last year...but it is still on my other computer....

07.23.09

Pain

No, NO! I cannot stand
The hypocrisy—the reprimand
The self-conceit—the pride
Of which she accuses me—
Oh, can’t she see?
Can’t she see!

There I sit ashamed
That I cannot stand and take it
and That I cannot hit her back.
I hate and curse and bleed
Inside where she cannot see

Forgive?
The dried blood sticks
I hate to pick my scars
I scorn with sarcasm, iron thick,
No one can pierce again to harm.

They say life is pain
An imbecile, I say
Sits around accepting
All and any pain
Others deign to send his way.

For me there is no solace
Between the knives and the wall
Of brick that surrounds
My life, the seconds tick
It quickly ebbs away.