Negative thoughts taunted
In my head, not amusing
Appearing, unwanted
Leaving me daunted
Muddling and confusing

Forcing me to search
So easy to find out about you
Feeling my heart lurch
Looking for a smirch
It is there for everyone to view

I see your life lived like a fool
Old lovers and ex-wives, 
Such a collection of jewels
Like a pack of old mules
and as blunt as rusty knives
Then I see you as superior
Leaving me tormented
Feeling inferior
Mostly ulterior
By that which is presented
Fresh as the morning dew
there with a younger love
a good match for you
You are stuck like glue
Your hand inside her glove

Where is the gravity
that pulled us together
Lost in my negativity
Slipping down the declivity                   
Always breaking the tether

Christine Bolton - Poetry for Healing ©

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  17 comments for “Negativity

  1. December 15, 2019 at 2:52 pm

    I think we see it all too much in black… here is a song for this poem

    • Christine Bolton
      December 15, 2019 at 3:14 pm

      Well that is my most favorite Stones song of all time 😊👍 Thanks for reading Björn!

  2. December 13, 2019 at 10:23 pm

    Negative thoughts can be depressing and even “kill” us. Too bad on the relationship but may be a blessing in the long run.

    • Christine Bolton
      December 13, 2019 at 11:49 pm

      Thanks Grace. Yes it was about someone I knew s long time ago.

  3. December 13, 2019 at 10:24 am

    Nice description of that collection being as “blunt as rusty knives”.

    • Christine Bolton
      December 13, 2019 at 11:19 am

      Haha! Yes, thank you Frank 🙂

  4. December 13, 2019 at 10:16 am

    The pain and grief of relationships or their ending(s), and how people are oblivious to their inner self, the shadow in particular. Great lines Christine, heartfelt.

    • Christine Bolton
      December 13, 2019 at 11:19 am

      Thank you Paul! It means a lot 🙂 Yes, I was describing someone who was oblivious to who he was, and what he had become. Sad really.

  5. December 13, 2019 at 6:50 am

    i love the structure of your poem , the 5 lines with alternating rhymes and the pause in the middle. this is truly a feast for the tongue, wicked good!

    • Christine Bolton
      December 13, 2019 at 8:14 am

      Oh thank you Gina1 I wasn’t t so sure on this one. Out of my comfort zone maybe ☺️

      • December 13, 2019 at 9:24 am

        i understand how scary that can be, bu if we never challenge ourselves and be a little different we’ll never see how amazing it can be, in this case you aced it wonderfully.

      • Christine Bolton
        December 13, 2019 at 9:27 am

        You are too kind! You are correct though, we have to push ourselves. I guess we’ll see how many people actually like it 😳

  6. scotthastiepoet
    December 13, 2019 at 5:16 am

    Quite a tale Christine and one that has powerful echoes for many of us, I’m sure. Well crafted too…

    • Christine Bolton
      December 15, 2019 at 7:10 am

      Thanks so much Scott. 🙂

  7. December 13, 2019 at 3:37 am

    Great poetry.

    • Christine Bolton
      December 13, 2019 at 5:03 am

      Thanks so much 🙂💕

      • December 13, 2019 at 5:09 am

        You’re welcome 😉

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