Image by Jacqueline Pytyck
A cold shoulder
She won’t let nobody hold her
She shivers inside herself
She has men
She has many men
But what good does it do
She wishes
Wishes to be done
To be done with them
But she keeps returning
To the bottle
To the men
Until she’s empty
And angry
She’s just so angry
And alone
She’s just so alone
In solitary isolation
And who could understand?
No one understands
She’s off her rocker
She’s off someplace
She’s offered grace
As someone’s half-sister
In a halfway house
It’s a half-hearted attempt
She resents
Resents them
Them and herself
Herself and life
And she turns
Turns a cold shoulder
© Keely Myles
February 28, 2014
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