The Dishes

This is why...
as my fingers numb
and all seems acidic

such a small world
with so much space
and little respect
for happily ever after

connections endless
denial.. endless
as my moon self righteously
reminds me of his God
like status
and how forgetful I am of it

Vision remains brilliant in the
sight of one who sees
but a true hearts request
will flow for evermore
into all who accept

those who know more
are endless
few know less

while hushed whispers
as to why
lay in hiding,
the dishes will still
need to be washed

Monday, December 1, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: faith
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COMMENTS OF THE POEM

Rich in.realism. is it my turn to do the dishes?

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Edward Kofi Louis 01 December 2014

A nice piece of work. Thanks for sharing this poem with us. E.K.L.

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Gangadharan Nair Pulingat 01 December 2014

Deprivation of love and respect and also recognition from the fellow humans are common not to be minded at all and the world is for the courageous. A nice poem with such good meanings and anguish.

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