Joy-Suckers
They come,
From anywhere,
At anytime.
Joysuckers.
They latch onto your soul,
And suck
Clean out of your being
Whatever joy you had managed
To salvage and defiantly cling to.
And they don't use much:
A sudden word.
A glance or turned-up lip. A lie, any lie.
A memory.
Always the unexpected.
They never give a thought,
To your present needs or sensitivities.
They just devour
Whatever peace you have found
Amid the flotsam and the crevasses.
Joy-suckers.
At anytime,
From anywhere,
They come.
____________
(c) 2000 P.L.J.
From anywhere,
At anytime.
Joysuckers.
They latch onto your soul,
And suck
Clean out of your being
Whatever joy you had managed
To salvage and defiantly cling to.
And they don't use much:
A sudden word.
A glance or turned-up lip. A lie, any lie.
A memory.
Always the unexpected.
They never give a thought,
To your present needs or sensitivities.
They just devour
Whatever peace you have found
Amid the flotsam and the crevasses.
Joy-suckers.
At anytime,
From anywhere,
They come.
____________
(c) 2000 P.L.J.
1 Comments:
G'day Tracie,
Yeah, I agree totally. Trouble is, I think I am often one of them (but not online), unthinking man that I am, at times, rather than through some concealed and deceitfully malicious intent.
I was a joy-suckee today, unfortunately. The experience has left me in a deeply reflective and dull mood. I am trying to dismiss the self-judgement because I know I am innocent. But still, it is there and is a heavy thing to endure and I still have to live among people.
ppoeeett
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