By E.G.
Date: 19 March 2001
Mirror Image
Mirror Image
At times I see a mirror image of a woman
And other times I see an image of a stranger,
Enmeshed in a dream world filled with people
Whom all seem to love her, but she refuses to let
them in. Because when she does, it never ends..the abuse!
Take advantage of mom, let's use her to the very end.
Make my food for me mom, wash my clothes for me mom,
Make love to daddy, water the plants, sweep the floor,
vaccum, drive kids to friends house, go to work, sell
sell and sell some more. The grind never ends. Poetry
gets put on the shelf for now, because chores and work
seem come be first.
When does mom seem to matter? I guess I'll have to wait
until next week's episode, or maybe I'll just immerse
myself in writing again and find another outlet to fill
my insides with pleasure. Doesn't everyone need pleasureful
experiences? Certainly, we all do. So why are some people
less apt to search the pleasure seeking actvities than others?
Can someone please answer my question? My soul is in need
of rejuvination. Prayer, quite solitude, a warm hug, a
nice cup of hot chocolate, a warm bath, a nice message,
and maybe a little fun under the sheets. That's all I
may need for now, but it's no where to be found. Alas,
maybe on the magic road to the Emerald City I may find
what I am looking for or maybe never!
Philosophical musings from EG
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