Poetry: Narcissistic Games

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She could never let me sleep.
That would put us
on equal footing
and allow me
to be fully awake
and aware.

Instead,
she would sneak into my room,
shake me awake
and cry loud, calculated tears
while I practiced
hiding my true feelings
and tried my hardest
to become a limp, gray rock
held barely out of reach.

March 11, 2019

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7 responses to “Poetry: Narcissistic Games”

In mind and out says:

March 11, 2019 at 7:48 pm

Such powerful writing.

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- marandarussell says:
  
  March 11, 2019 at 9:36 pm
  
  Thanks! Glad you liked it!
  
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hawk2017 says:

March 11, 2019 at 11:20 pm

:))

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Michael says:

March 12, 2019 at 1:29 am

Moving poem –

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- marandarussell says:
  
  March 12, 2019 at 2:24 am
  
  Glad you liked it!
  
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bigskybuckeye says:

March 12, 2019 at 8:01 pm

Maranda, your writing is charged with much emotion and meaning. The lifeless, gray rock jumps out and urges others to intercede in a manner filled with grace and understanding.

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- marandarussell says:
  
  March 13, 2019 at 2:52 am
  
  Thank you for your kind words ♥
  
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