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Yesterday's Mistakes

Don't waste time agonizing over the mistakes you've made, but don't ignore them either. Learning from your mistakes is crucial to your growth and happiness...

Parasite

I promise I'm no longer bitter, but I wanted to share something written when I was (perhaps it's obvious?)

How dare you call yourself human?
You are a parasite.
You live and feed off your victims, contributing nothing in return.
You are a bottom feeder.
You lurk in the depths of hell and feed off the hopes, dreams and naiveté of the innocent and the sinless.
You continue to pick at the bones when the flesh is long gone then run off with the carcass so there is nothing left to bury.
You've fooled many.
I among them.
You morph effortlessly so no one catches on.
But when you've made your final transition, it's far too late to avoid the inevitable death of another soul.

 

© Susan Barton

The Me Without the You

 

You told me that you loved me

Now I know you lied

Did you  really think I’d wither?

Curl up? Wish I’d died?

 

How sad to be so broken

To lie to one so true

You have no clue what love is

Deception’s what you do

 

I won’t spend time obsessing

the you without the me

Your web of lies aren't binding

I’m glad to be set free

 

One day you’ll fall in love with

someone you’ll think is real

But she won’t love you back

Won’t share the way you feel

 

You’ll be the one that’s lied to

You'll know how much it stings

But I'll be on to other,

Bigger, better things

 

 

© Susan Barton



A Mother's Dream

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

I dreamed you were a boy again

I held you close and tight

You clung to me like long ago

Eyes innocent and bright

 

Then toddling not too far ahead

I watched your every stride

Giggles drifted through the air

My heart so full of pride

 

But then the dream was over

Reality once more

The man who stands before me

Is marching off to war

 

Against my better judgment

I’m sad this choice you’ve made

I pray the Lord protects you

May angels come to your aid

 

So now I must let go and

I’ll trust you’ll be alright

I’ll close my eyes and hope that

I dream that dream tonight

 

 

                                                                                                      

 

 

                                                © Susan Barton

Murder or Suicide?

You may be surprised to know

that when you sleep

I press my head to your chest

To be assured you have a heart

 

How can you say you love me,                                

but hurt me to my core?

True, your blows are invisible

My spirit is what’s black and blue

 

I blame myself

I consented to this crime called murder 

And I’ve given you permission                                      

To prolong my death

 

The time has come

To save myself

And walk away

From my own suicide

 

©  Susan Barton 2013

Copper Kettles and Conversation

 

Fingers bent, misshapen, sore

She drinks her tea, stares at the floor

 

Thoughts wandering, she brings to mind

of happy days she left behind

 

Of friends and family who have past

All the memories she’s amassed

 

Days go by without a soul

She knows how old age takes its toll

 

A long, sad sigh escapes her lips

How she yearns for new friendships

 

For copper kettles and conversations would she give

the last few days she’s got to live

 

 

© Susan Barton 2013