The warrior stares at the space
Where her arm used to be
Warm by the fire
Yet still feeling so empty
Riches all around
But still in her mind
Is the battle she lost
Where she lost her pride
Abandoned in battle
Fighting alone
The memories a torture
As she sits back at home
The sadness in her veins
The tears will not flow
The emptiness fill
Her darkest shadow
The queen played her cards
A damsel in distress
Pulling on the strings
Where ceremonies caress
The king chose his queen
When the crier spoke out
“Fighting for what?“
The warrior did shout
Her heart molten lava
Her pain like the current
Pulling her under
The destitute torrent
There will come a day
When the warrior will face the queen
Will vengeance play out
Will she rip out her spleen
Or will the king get in the way
And even the score
The warrior waits patiently
Because she knows this means war…
Category: Frustration
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He stared at the red hand of his wife
Why are you bleeding?
She looked at his hand holding the knife
I’m sorry, I just have this feeling
They both stared immovable
For her being so naive, he started to shout
Wiping tears with her sleeve, she bowed out
No words can be heard by the deaf. -
There was an adventurous rabbit
Who made her way to the water
There she met a sea goat
Who liked the idea of a saunter
They chatted by the cliffs for a good ole while
Their eyes glistened of what could be
They decided to take the plunge
And link journeys gently
On their travels they had so much time to chat
They talked about healing and pain
They cried for hours healing hearts
And beautifully they both felt the same
But over time rabbit noticed
The sea goat could be quite mean
He’d say some things just to hurt her
The air between them no longer clean
He’d make comments on her past
How fast did she run
How many litters has she had
He sniggered whenever she rolled in grass
And eventually the rabbit felt bad
She did not like the sea goat anymore
For she felt he thought she was trash
Trash he picked up for a while
So he didn’t care if he was brash
But the rabbit was gentle and soft
And respected herself more than him
So one day when they got near shore
She hopped over brim
The rabbit ran and didn’t look back
She didn’t look into the past
She smiled at Sun glistening above
And rolled happily in the grass. -
She watched the little donkey
Looking at the egg
He didn’t understand how to boil it
She gave him the pan
And a simple plan
But the donkey just couldn’t relay it
With a roll of her eyes
She offered to help
As dozens of eggs had been broken
With his clumsy hooves
She wanted to prove
His appendages weren’t the problem
The issue was the story he told himself
The useless victim ass
Repeating old stories
It got very boring
She thought he’d never pass the class
Children came and went
But the little donkey stayed put
Focused on this oval mystery
How can something hard
Be runny inside
His brain delved into history
“Which came first the chicken or the egg?“
She looked at him in dispair
“We’re just boiling an egg!
For the love of a Greggs!
Can you get your head in gear?“
The donkey bowed his head
A tear hit the floor
She really did feel awful
Maybe she didn’t have the patience
To teach this delinquent
The tears started to pour
She left the room
Left the donkey inside
And went into the garden
Breathed the fresh air
As a fly went past her hair
Suddenly she noticed her face had hardened
She wondered how long she had been frowning like that
Forehead furrowed and stern
She closed her eyes
Let out a huge sigh
Ready with her self back in alignment
She packed all her tools
Walked out of the school
And let someone else deal with that donkeys assigment.
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