Sunday, April 24, 2016

The Spoiled One Scorned

The Spoiled One Scorned

by Seah Greenhorn
(Poem with copyright)





Hamstrung.

No fun...
except when first begun.

Cottled; then, stroked
provoked

Joy
in abundance.

Taught how to adorn my body;

to maneuver
when I smile.

Cause the many
to cross the miles.

Now

I choke
when called upon
to perform

Tedious
responsibilities
towards others;

not excluding family.

So worn out and torn by these duties.

To show sincere love and concern?

It burns.

Though, I do love, yet, hate
the ones who hamstrung me
from first born.

What's to become of me:
The Spoiled One scorned?