The Debutante (revised version)
1. Life without friends
is empty and bleak.
like the pit of quicksand
That they all gather 'round
sitting,
staring,
...watching me sink.
Not a cry,
Nor a yelp
seem to reach
an open ear.
My thoughts
now wonder:
"Have they all fallen deaf??
Then, Why...
Why do they not hear?
They just sit,
They just stare.
Watching me struggle;
as my lungs
grasp at the open air. "
2. But all I could see
were faces,.......empty
faces.....
faces as empty..
as one would feel
opening a love letter....
and inside to find
nothing more
than a blank sheet....
Its disbelief
that causes one to seek
a sign,
or a word of affirmation
but all you find
is disappointment
as you stand there,
staring down
to a blank sheet
3. Perhaps it was,
the panicked glare,
that hit them like
a brick to the face
No spoken words,
and from my mouth,
a Beckoning silence
striking hard,
like mortar bombs
that blast
over the battlefield.
Perhaps this is so,
From my face they read
A pleading to know
“Do you not love me
anymore?”
4. All was calm,
but now a great stir…
I watched ….
as those faces,
empty faces….
took on a new form.
The skin crinkled…
And began to twitch
The muscle beneath
twisted and turned.
It is true,
one could say,
that very moment
the dead had entered
a metamorphic state.
5. The faces
I once saw
Were now in outrage
and appalled.
clearly I’d committed
the great trespass
and assault.
They falsely reassure
With a shake of their fist
And outloud they call:
“By Golly now,
We do care!”
they turn their backs,
and walk away.
They can't be bothered,
no,
not this year.
6. My face,
now bleeds
I’ve forgotten..
So I ask, “Who am I?”
My heart
Now swollen
Oozing from it
The pus of infection,
as bitterness has become my disease
7. I struggle to keep my head above
I am a fool
I am wrapped in a cloak of shame
As my most beloved one
Turns her back
and walks from me
and I am left
Wishing
to have seen,
even one glance back.
8. to them,
I had given all of my heart.
to them,
I had given all of my being.
I had promised to love them endlessly.
The warmth and love I once could feel
Has turned and become rotten,
like the flesh of a poisoned veal.
To feel that same devoted love,
like the innocence of a child,
who blindly trusts.
Putting all they have in
With the warmth of love
brimming with cheer.
To feel in such a way,
if ever again,
has become the horror,
of my greatest fear.
I am pained…..
She is the Debutante
I am an empty hole
I do not deserve
her love or thoughts
anymore
like a paper cup is crumpled
and tossed into the bin of waste
so easy to grab a new one
as the former has been replaced
I am pained…..
my heart,
it is a stone
Its heaviness weighs me down
and that Is the point when I give in
sinking to the bottom, and to my end
Forgotten
are the times
I was there for them
as she paints me into
her adversary
Quick to wipe away
like the devious tear
that rolls down her cheek
She opens her mouth
and so she speaks
making it known
that my loss of hope
is nothing but a joke
My friendship...
it is not wanted
My care...
it is not needed
And she writes me off
with her diagnosis of a "delusional state"
All has been replaced
and from their minds, I am nothing more,
than a chalkboard
that’s been erased
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revised 2/2024
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Submitted by letmefeel.the.sommer.rains on February 11, 2024
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