For I was,

poem by: Taha Hassan
Written on Oct 26, 2017

They Liked me, loved me,
Cared for me,
For I was a tool.
They craved me, sought me,
wanted me,
For I was a tool.
I happily helped them,
endlessly,
For I was a fool.
I thought They had loved me,
Thoughtlessly,
For I was a fool.
They used me, kept me,
Siphoned me,
For they were too cruel.
They wronged me, threw me,
got rid of me,
for I was .. no more useful

Tags: Metaphor, Beat, Rhyme, Sad, Depressing, Pain, Hate, Deep,

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D'Vina Dietrich commented on Oct 26, 2017 at 3:45am

I understand this. People are so mean :/

Frank Hornby . commented on Oct 26, 2017 at 8:31am

I feel the anger, and the sadness in your poem....cruelty is so hard to forgive....a powerful poem D'Vina.....really good....

Frank Hornby . commented on Oct 26, 2017 at 8:34am

So sorry for my mistake Taha.....I was reading the last comment.....

Taha Hassan commented on Oct 26, 2017 at 9:30am

Thanks Frank .... But don't mistake by thinking that my anger is towards others. My Anger is directed towards my own self. -T

Christopher Russon commented on Oct 26, 2017 at 4:15pm

People are like like that they are called user friendleys a sad fact of life unfortunately Well written poem Taha.

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