A Few Nails
You can’t turn it back, you know,
that clock;
can’t retract those words,
pretend that they weren’t spoken.
Oh, what a fool I must have been
to be taken in
by such a long-term fiction
constructed from the mind of you.
I can’t forget,
can’t forgive
such a conspiracy of deceitful silence.
Do you wish you’d kept it going,
the illusion,
the pretence?
Does it really matter anyway?
Those words, after all,
were nothing more
than a few extra nails
hammered into a coffin of something
that was a long time
DEAD!
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Excellen, Hull!
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Thanks, Mike!
I love this! I know the feeling Great job, as usual
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Thanks, jmm. I had a feeling that you'd understand.
Speaks volumes, Hully. Extremely well penned!
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Thanks, Sue. I think you understand.
Duplicity hurts the worst, for it's the cruelest kind of betrayal. A hard-hitting piece, Hully.
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Thank you, Jeff!
Great poem Hull, words can strike the hardest blows...Tom...
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They sure can. Thanks, Tom.
Wonderful work, the words sting the most from someone who you really love.
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I guess that's true, MW. Thanks for giving this a read.
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