Insults And Love

Just simple sarcasm

Flowing from your mouth

And shot at me with intense direction

Insults and love

What a combination

Pampering and distrust

Heavy is the head

And sleep comes hard to find

A twisting of morals

Giving way to obscure thoughts of dismissal

After all, why not run?

What’s the point of staying?

Like a boxer who should go down

Pride, is a very stable antagonist

Opposed in feeling, principle, and self-sufficiency

© Dicky J Loweman 2014

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