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Why Don't You Write Nice Things?

Can’t you write nice things She asks People like nice things. Why always so dark So stark Why can’t you write nice things?

Bidding me good night I ponder what to write

I look back over twenty eight years The love & joy & arguments & tears She stood by me

I recall friends who in hours of need Were nowhere to be seen Except my one true soulmate

Dwell on the injustice of my favourite sibling How cancer at fifty three took him Her shoulder stood firm for me to cry on

Twenty plus years climbing to careers pinnacle Then the lies and accusations cynical Always she defended me

Then loyal and close long time colleagues Became personified back stabbers There she still stood my only friend

So in the end When she asks why I don’t write nice things I say the bells of spite still deep inside me ring But be sure that I’m only here Still able to write Because you stood by me Through every dark night

And once I’ve cleared my soul’s resentment I’ll write nice things just for your enjoyment

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When someone shows you their soul, show yours in return.

Because this is how lovers meet;

An act of courage

And an act of surrender.”

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This poem is amazing... Speaks volumes💜

he always prized himself on his resilience knock him down never a frown he’ll get back up it’s just bad luck move along the track no point looking back always there for others bending his ear no bother helping out but keeping it out never affecting his state of mind a sort of detached but kind after all if he caved in then what then what use would he be either to them or to he got quite good at boxing things compartmentalising categorising compromising desensitising but now he’s coming to realise that each time he tries to box things away his brain cells say no way can’t you see we’re full no more of your bull taking no more contents boxes obvious dissent and as he lifts each top to box more things off past demons once contained in boxes in his brain burst onto the scene with howls and screams and now so many are free a daily haunting spree he struggles to comprehend how he originally created them his mind totally aghast at the ghosts of his past

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