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gaslit, I call to the heavens...avenge me
evil rules your heart what do you care?
you drove me mad with gaslighting techniques
well, you made it appear that way
you stroke my desire then made sure I die slowly
I'm wilted but still here much to your chagrin
tender to the touch
not a vengeful bone in my body
you don't care who you hurt as long as you get what you want
smooth talker you left a trail I'm sure of it
you laugh at me thinking you're going to get away with it
killer of time
in prison of the mind
I hope you like solitary max
that's where you're going
I call to the universe and implore
do you see your daughter
pained and humiliated I wither
made to love then die
for a couple of pennies you plot
you don't love you're not capable
a stumbling block, worse a tool bent for destruction
I look forward to the day I see you sink in sulfur
unforgiven
Published 15th Aug 2022
| Edited 22nd Aug 2022
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- Edited 15th Aug 2022 4:26am
15th Aug 2022 4:17am
Dear Brenda,
You pen such power and illuminate the deep, ugly hurt that can plague and humiliate a kind soul. Unfortunately I can relate, fully empathizing with being gaslit and the brazen, almost unbelievable way someone can manipulate reality to get their own way. How the use of intensely awful and hurtful techniques are deliberately deployed as 'weaponry.'
(are where my thoughts went, when reading!)
In the end, I know people are messy and complicated but someone can and should only take so much; before they too look towards the skies, awaiting a comeuppance and the truth to finally be set free!!
I deeply felt the affect of your lines about being "pained and humiliated" and the culprit being "a stumbling block, worse a tool bent for destruction"... some really great lines within some really great writing as a whole.
The plea for retribution reeks of valid and deserved justice!!!...
I loved it.
Thanks for sharing, dear poetess
Much love and a reminder of your inherent worth... always.
🌹-🖤
B
You pen such power and illuminate the deep, ugly hurt that can plague and humiliate a kind soul. Unfortunately I can relate, fully empathizing with being gaslit and the brazen, almost unbelievable way someone can manipulate reality to get their own way. How the use of intensely awful and hurtful techniques are deliberately deployed as 'weaponry.'
(are where my thoughts went, when reading!)
In the end, I know people are messy and complicated but someone can and should only take so much; before they too look towards the skies, awaiting a comeuppance and the truth to finally be set free!!
I deeply felt the affect of your lines about being "pained and humiliated" and the culprit being "a stumbling block, worse a tool bent for destruction"... some really great lines within some really great writing as a whole.
The plea for retribution reeks of valid and deserved justice!!!...
I loved it.
Thanks for sharing, dear poetess
Much love and a reminder of your inherent worth... always.
🌹-🖤
B
15th Aug 2022 4:27am
good evening beautiful Blue I am a very straightforward and detrimentally honest... I can't hide my hurt in life and I'm picked at until I lose my temper then they all say see she's crazy...well maybe my type of honesty is crazy in this age...I fully feel your understanding heart...I cherish your very giving soul... I needed someone just to listen really because I feel there are no easy answers when the same type of person crosses my path over and over...I think what did I do in another life to get this treatment...unfortunately it's very hard to get by alone here...it's done but it's hard...I love your thoughts they are refreshing... thank you dear soul ❤️💕
15th Aug 2022 12:57pm
Sink in sulfur...now there's an image. I hope whoever it is gets the point.
hugs,
buddhakitty.
hugs,
buddhakitty.
27th Aug 2022 3:15pm
"you stroke my desire then made sure I die slowly
I'm wilted but still here much to your chagrin" it's as if one falls under a spell, knows it's a spell but yet we can't help but accept it. That closing stanza is powerful with an even more compelling last word.
Great work.
I'm wilted but still here much to your chagrin" it's as if one falls under a spell, knows it's a spell but yet we can't help but accept it. That closing stanza is powerful with an even more compelling last word.
Great work.
