Bitter Mistress
Love, she is a bitter mistress
when she's old, feeling useless
and tired.
She won't walk away like a lady.
Reviling, spitting, boisterous
she'll cling like poison ivy you'll scratch
in agony feeling her sting.
Writhing in your anguish
you'll regret you ever met her.
Gnashing your teeth you'll
bear the scar of many others who
dipped in her pool.
On restless nights, you'll hear her
mocking you. Her cackling will
echo in your head for seeming
endless nights.
A lost investment impossible
to recoup. She chalks nothing up to
experience. It's all or nothing because
Love, she is a bitter mistress.
© Lexa Daily 2009


Comments: 36
I agree with Lewis, great metaphors.
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for posting to our group. Dream, Julia
Thats crazy--
But I bet that is exactly how they feel.
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Thx for your wonderful poems, Lexa
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You know, I have never thought about that before. I'm going to have to think about that.
Thanks.