Crosses

May 14, 2018 ✍ Poetry poem unrhymed

"You suffer me, I tolerate you..."

Crosses

You suffer me
I tolerate you

We pull together
to push apart
to bitter ends

You grieve loudly
I endure resentfully

Days without end
our endless days
bleed into restless
nights until one of us
breaks down one
last time

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3 Reader Comments

Anonymous
05/15/2018
11:15:57 AM

Wow! An expression of relationships, mourning, differences in the manner in which we experience human interactions with loved ones. Very poignant.

Pat
05/16/2018
11:13:04 AM

This is beautiful. Two sides of the same coin, how one deals with EVERYTHING. I really like the total essence of this.

Patti
05/17/2018
02:34:31 PM

This is every relationship at one point or another I think. I really love showing both sides as Mr. Foote did. I also think the line breaks are placed rather strategically. Really enjoyed this piece.

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