Victims


Victims of circumstance

Their act

Just the same

Never to love

Never to trust

Just players

A no win game

The past is their weapon

For directions

They choose

Cruel words

Violent acts

Anything selfish

They say or do

Victims of circumstance

Thinking…..

They’re so rare

Only they understand

Only they know

The fact is…..

We’ve all been there

They weigh troubles heavy

On other’s…..

Sympathy and concern

Always complaining

Constantly blaming

Will they

Ever learn

Victims of circumstance

Awareness……

Could be wealth

Finally knowing

Finally sure

Just victims of themselves

(1989: 19 years old)

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18 thoughts on “Victims

  1. You need to start writing your poetry again Lorre
    as you have a very keen mind, and a wonderful
    way of expressing your feelings through poetry 🙂

    Have a lovely start to your
    Tuesday my fine and wicked friend 🙂

    Androgoth XXx

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    1. Yeah….I don’t know what happened. Once upon a time I was pumping them out like crazy and now, maybe I’ve written 4-5 in the past two years.

      Thanks again for the kind words and compliments. Enjoy your day and I hope to be making my rounds soon. The weekend of reading did not go as planned, but that’s what I get for trying to make plans.

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      1. I am so with you. No, professional victims get paid. Ppl invite them over for dinner to listen to them bitch. The churches roll out the charity wagon while they spend their food stamps on shrimp and steak. You know the time. Whole house decorated with free furniture.

        I hate panderers.

        You know what would be more fun? Fleas. Botox laden fleas.
        Red.

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      2. I thought about that once I sent the comment, but I figured you’d give me the lowdown. They get money from stupid friends and relatives, until they catch on of course. BUT….I know some people who still dish out the money eventhough they know it’s going down the drain.

        I think I know where we can get some bed bugs and some crabs (not the eating kind) to spread around their world.

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