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Published on February 11th, 2011 | by George Wyngaardt


Hurting Over Time

They flee the scene when I approach

Slowly day dreaming on the balcony while enjoying a smoke.

I hear them conducting their whispers in the hallway

Their piercing words have left me evading tears all day.

It’s amazing how much hate can lie behind a friendly grin

They are opaque transgressing in a deadly sin.

What have I done to them that was so horrific?

Some may talk to me out of pity but will never get too specific

Do you even know my name or do I go by a bastard reference

They stop and stare at me and pause in between a giggle and a nasty sentence

Oh God, why did you make me so different ?

They mock me and their pitiless shame lurks inside of me from a distance.

If it was up to me , then please lend thy knife

I want to die and eternal death, please end my life.

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4 Responses to Hurting Over Time

  1. Bodhirose says:

    I really like this. The pain is palpable and oh, so sad. People can be so cruel.

  2. Jingle says:

    end your life?


  3. Jingle says:

    Greetings, how are you? hope you well!
    Hope to see you in Poets Rally Week 38, find Thursday Poets Rally in the header area.

    Love your poetry talent and looking forward to a profound experience with your input.


    give us a try, you may like it, we intend to encourage….

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