Who by choice let go and lost me
his heart he closed to cries and pleas
not again will ever find me
your selfishness is a disease.
Who I am
will never die
and to all that’s gone
I say ‘Goodbye’:
To those who tossed me
and then discarded–
to those who took
and then departed–
whomsoever did not love
and all of those who killed my doves.
Whosoever set out to hurt me
his heart he closed to turn mean
need not come to ever see me
your gratitude you smeared too lean.
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©Yakira Shimoni Fulks
September 2, 2018 | OC, California
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I ❤ the poem! And the painting … 😍
what a great last line…appreciation of people is such a downfall when it is lean.
And those who are taken for granted and just expected to give shall have their day…and one day
will not respond when the call is made…only then will those who give not a thought find themselves
quite alone…really powerful write, Kira,