People
It’s not hard to forget people.
They hurt you and they
Disappear from your life.
They forget your kindness
And integrity, whatever that means.
I don’t miss anyone anymore
Nor their cruelty.
You’re better off alone.
Submitted: December 18, 2020
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This is a poem that I can so relate to, Craig. Says just enough to make your meaning clear.
Fri, December 18th, 2020 6:09pm
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It goes too far, but it was written under the influence of whisky. Write drunk, edit sober. It's not all bad, as I have a new muse I'm crazy about who loves my vicious cynical poetry.
Fri, December 18th, 2020 7:48pm
Cynical, for sure, Craig, but an outlook I wish I was better at
Fri, December 18th, 2020 7:01pm
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I always get more cynical for Xmas. That's why Santa gave up giving me hope. I got a kilo of coffee from my mum, though, which I'd swap for the love of a beautiful woman. We all dream.
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A lot of truth in this, Craig - how people come and go in our lives. We have all suffered giving to others. And I, in my younger years, took-and-ran with the spoils. I enjoy my autonomy. And I know I'm at my most creative when it's just me in my life. The writer in you, I find, is the closest companion you'll ever know.
Fri, December 18th, 2020 3:46pmAuthor
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A lot of truth and too much whisky. I'm in love with a new muse who loves my cynical poetry, but it's complicated. It always is, of course. She describes herself as a Smoking Drinking Whore. No wonder I'm smitten.
Fri, December 18th, 2020 7:43pm