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Better Off

I don't have anything.
And I know how funny,
what a gas that is to say,
given the opulence by which I live.

I was married once,
married twice,
married yet again,
to a woman who despised me,
to Church and career.

And no I can't say
I'm better off for any of it.

Wherever I go from here,
wherever I go
I can be assured
like I was before
of people judging
judging
judging,
and I can be sure
my cyn(icism) will get in the way.

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Comments

These are the interesting words flowing freely. Do I understand right? Is this an expression of being trapped?

xxxxx

my short quips of what I thought
dark humor...but they
were ill covered raw hot spots
of character...
an old wound

metaphor would be a sore foot
and going too a dance
And not being a good dancer
Its ..(that sore spot) will be
prodded or what I like
in technical forensic term
Prompted to response..

I viewed others like this
sharp barbs pointing in at
me....But Am I a soft rose
and if so....why then the
rose's thorns...and If
I am driven too live..marry
co habitate with anyone
then Why do I despise
their thorns despite the
beauty of their Rose?

I saw people change
sarcasm was my chains
like the spirit of christmas
and I really am trying to
just stuff a silence when
I want too make a comment
because I am witty...
often right....but U know
being right or witty
sometimes means it
doesnt have too be
right......

I have been more giving
and listening lately
personally I feel like
its defeated..but
in reality maybe its
just me hunkered
down...so others
can come and sit
and reflect and
share...because
more are sharing
with me...and Im
finding I do have
a capacity for
sharing..listening
why people are
drawn too us
in the first place
..
thorns are not
personal
they are the protection
from the greater
lions and jackals
out there

I am aware of the
thorns
a little pain
too admire the
Roses
and cynicism
with a flip of humor
is like bitter
with sweet

I am also this
voice in this
poetry..

thank U!

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