Your Goal Poem by Diane Kordas

Your Goal



What was it?
Your goal?
To make me cry?
To make me feel worse than death?
Was it just to see me suffer?
Was it for your entertainment?
Well,
Seems to me to be all f the above,
'Cause I feel like it is.
I may be unharmed on the outside,
But the truth is...
Your goal?
IS KILLING ME ON THE INSIDE.

Tuesday, December 22, 2015
Topic(s) of this poem: pain
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Written on 28/10/2013
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Andesikuteb Peter Yamusa 26 December 2015

A poem for daine Catherine kordas.. My child when you sit to think about the dark stars and ugly faces,pause a bit ,laugh if when you see no reason to and think about the moons... When it is only your worries that knock through that door of your beautiful mind just sit down and sigh. Then you think of that tomorrow that holds no hope. Let nothing worry you my sister, Be the most careless person you can be, Know it well that you are careless but never let it worry you. Let not death or life worry you, Not even to die or to live. Know the exist but let it no steal that smile on your beautiful face.. I love you daine Catherine..

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