Why?

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Why?

Why do we say the things we say,
When we hurt and want to hurt back?

Why do we spoil the good things we have,
just to lash out in self-defense?

Why do we forget all the good times,
The good feelings, and the good memories,
In a split second of emotional pain?

We change our life on a split second decision,
to retaliate, to hurt, to lash out!

Who really gets hurt?

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patricialouise commented on Why?

08-27-2009

Like you say in Fleeting Thought. Once we think it.... Selfcontrol is a HARD lesson. My WE poets learn to write before we speak and maybe we can't forget what we thought but we can postpone action and maybe save the day.

If I feel physically as if the top of my head were taken off, I know that is poetry.

Emily Dickinson (1830-1886) American poet.

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