Green Eyes

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Green Eyes

I heard the silent meow 
Felt your claws in my back
Words of spite
Thinly veiled
With that grubby sack
 
Was it necessary 
To be so cruel
Not knowing me
Or ever spoken to me
as you gather your fuel
 
What do I represent
that you have this need?
To lash out with barbs
and scratch with rust
A hunger you must feed
 
Damage control
easy for me to handle
The pain is all yours
I am sorry, for you
will face the scandal
 
 
Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

Word Prompt:
Damage - FOWC

Image by engin akyurt from Pixabay 

Published by Christine Bolton

I have been writing poetry since I was a child and it has helped in the good times and bad times. I am always looking within to find the answers to life's problems and to write thought-provoking poetry and prose. Thanks for checking it out. Christine

13 thoughts on “Green Eyes”

    1. Thanks so much Darnell. After I wrote the poem I found the picture and I thought she looked the part too! 🙂

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  3. “that grubby sack” is such a great phrase. I’m guessing that is baggage or envy here? If it was about a guy it would mean something else. The metaphor is excellent, Christine.

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