Malice

Surrounded by a darkened hue,
talk without reason or a clue,
your uttered words are hardly true,
raw chaos feels at home with you
.

Erratic tones possess your voice,
portray a victim without choice,
killing the peace with your loud noise,
envying those with natural poise.

Wishing me bad, I wished you good,
you never knew I understood,
I tried to help, did what I could,
your mind was a block of dense wood.

So sad to see what you became,
a grown-up with no ounce of shame,
no one is left to play your games,
now only mirrors can be blamed.

I truly wish you change your ways,
sincerely hope you are okay,
so hurt inside, for you I pray,
that the sun melts despair away.

This life you live is what you choose,
the future may bring better shoes,
but if you choose to cause abuse,
you will soon find, that you will lose
.

– Grace Y. Estevez-Reddy

Originally Published on March 28, 2021

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  1. “your mind was a block of dense wood.” Brilliant Grace! πŸ˜‚πŸ˜›πŸ‘You certainly don’t pull any punches here! πŸ‘ But there’s a tenderness in the poem too! ❀️

  2. I agree with Sadje’s comment, Grace. It reminds me of the classic song, “I bet you think this song is about you.” You can’t help a narcissist but it also hard to avoid getting trapped into their world of hurt. It sounds like your character had a good sense of self to be able to get free from a bad relationship.

  3. This is such a moving poem with great advice and message loud and clear. Good one, Grace πŸ‘πŸ’–

  4. Beautiful message, and my heart breaks for all those ‘dense wood’ people out there, as well as those that tried to reach them. πŸ’—

  5. What a beautiful poem, Grace…you’re standing on this ground with your own grounding, presence & compassion for others…even they want to hurt you…that’s the big difference between you & them…you are you…you know who you areβœ¨πŸ’ŸπŸ’«

      1. You’re welcome, dear Grace…it should be me thanking you for your profound sharings βœ¨β€οΈπŸ’«πŸ™

  6. The pain in your words, you transformed into beauty….Talent, love, magic, thirst, combination, creation, you ‘ve done it all…I don’t know if you hope the d understand, you know, the one referred, or maybe an altered ego, who know, but I got a notion through your poem…and that notion, is now dancing through my mind and I thank you for that…

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