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Post by Castle Court Jester on Oct 3, 2024 0:03:10 GMT -6
Spirits At War
When I looked into your eyes
sometimes I would see warmth, compassion.
Other times I would see death and destruction.
I never knew which it was going to be
when I looked at you and you looked at me.
For a time I lived a lie in red anger.
Out of viciousness I believed it was always lies, cheating
and I hated every one of you.
Since I have realized through others that my belief is not so true
and therefore not fair to despise all of you.
Now my beliefs are based on percentages.
The majority of lies represent most of the pie
leaving one smaller piece on the chart for the rest
who are of good soul.
Who always shine the best.
When I look into your eyes
such I occasionally see
but it is only in rare times.
You show such red anger,
spirits shallow and mean.
Death and destruction such as I have never seen
and therefore I do not look so often,
no, not anymore as mostly I only see
spirits at war.
--msl2024
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Post by Catlady2710 on Oct 3, 2024 11:10:00 GMT -6
Interesting.
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Post by Castle Court Jester on Oct 4, 2024 0:25:56 GMT -6
This is about recovering from being used by people in the past who took advantage of me. For a long time I didn't like most people. I do now but I am still very wary of letting other people close to me. I have trust issues.
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Post by Catlady2710 on Oct 4, 2024 11:37:25 GMT -6
Aw, that explains it. Thanks Michael. The poem is clear to me now, and I love it.
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