A Deafening Ring

A poem of self growth and realization of toxic relationships

So you call me to ask for advice

    not once but thrice

Over and over again

    about the same situation you are in

    and wonder why I sound so chagrin 

As time passed I became wise and realized

    it's not my help you sought

    actually those pleas

    were more a taunt 

Instead from me was pity

    that you wished to flaunt

    a victim fraught with inadequacies

    so I inanely thought

While wanting praise

    for days you spent

   deluding your change

   and own intent

   your dreams left to stell in lament

I no longer believe your vacant words

   and understand you're absolutely absurd

               Do you take me for a fool

               or a puppet on strings

Your intrusions of delusions

    sting violently in my ears

    leaving the feeling of being impaled by spears

Tell me 

     do you hear another ring

No 

     all that is left is a silent decree

  

Reviews

[Shownashappening]

Oh wow, definitely has thay feeling of being the ever-helping and present friend or family member who finally says "You know what?" And then just lets loose on a verbal take down with pin point accuracy.

Smashed it, keep up the good work.

[Erin]

Thank you so much for your review comment. I do appreciate you taking the time to not out read it but digest the words and intended meaning of my word choices. I am not sure that one can really ever fully describe what one goes through when dealing with toxic relationships . I feel that the only person that grows in that exchange would be the one who finally believes they have had enough and acts upoit . In this case actions speaks louder than words. Ones actions become poetry in motion. I am new to this site and cant wait to read other peoples works and share more of my own.

[Shownashappening]

I'm new here too, so welcome.
I think intended meanings not always being the interpreted result is reslly a feature of poetry and I'd say I've had the same with my writing and I've even experienced it myself with rereading poems over time.. I think that unravelling of depth gives a poem a real staying power.

[Eric]

I'm even newer than you Erin. I'm still trying to figure things out.