David McLansky

(5/24/1944 / New York City)

Complications


The neglected child,
Unloved, abused,
When they're
Adult,
Become confused,
When they encounter
Loving words,
They panic
And act absurd;
It makes them moody
And annoyed,
In short
It makes them
Paranoid;
And as to when
It comes to having sex:
Talk about an act
Suspect;
It diversifies
Into many equations:
Is it domination
Or invasion?
Those of us
Who have known neglect
Find simple love
Quite complex.

Submitted: Friday, March 07, 2014
Edited: Friday, March 07, 2014

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  • Susan Lacovara (3/7/2014 7:49:00 PM)

    Unfortunately the very foundation of love being trust is scarred by the hand of neglect and abuse...and again it is the same two, love and trust that provides a sense if healing.... You words must echo in the ears of many. I wish you the warmth of PEACE and hopefully PEACE of mind (Report) Reply

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