OUCH!!!
lost inside a shell
sometimes call hell
gorging on a diet of bullshit
now I’m torn and sick
empty praises, false adornment
tricks of torment
right from the start
my blessings a bruise heart
gifts of endless pain
to drives me madly insane
hiding inside a shell
sometimes call hell
fuel by greed, it’s affection I need
constantly if you please
I gave the best of my life
and he took another wife
to her he did wed
me he took to bed
I don’t belong here, there or anywhere
disappearing inside a shell
sometimes call hell
I believe in her affection,
thinking my heart will have protection
like a man it’s the same
full of illusions and game
when she gets a call from Bacardi Le’mon
it’s me left alone
she lives her life and I live mine
never shall the two intertwine
consume inside a shell
sometimes call hell
loneliness won’t you leave
I want to breathe
ignorance is bliss
spawn three from my pussy lips
the children are grown
and want to be left alone
stroke my delicate ego
like a long ear beagle
OUCH!!!
I got a boo boo
oh! Boo who who
crack that shell
sometimes call hell
@Kimberly Wilhelmina Floria
7/14/08
This is an old poem it can be found in Whispers I silently Heard. I’m posting it for Gayle at Bodhirose. Gayle posted a poem of the same title check it out here.
silentlyheardonce 
I think this is one of those spoken out loud poems
Ha!! I have a few videos on you tube reading. Not this one though. Thanks. 🙂
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Thank you for the re-blog.
Definitely your kind of ouch is worse than mine, whoo! I’ve been in that hellish place in some ways too and thought I would never get my smile back. But I did. Good one, Kim!
Thanks. I wrote this 8 years ago and that darkness still comes. But physical pain and mental pain hit and hurt just the same.
It’s hard to shake that emotional pain especially when it begins in childhood. It’s as crippling as some physical pain isn’t it. I’m sorry for you and me both, Kim. But I still see us as strong women who are persevering. Thanks for sharing this with me. xo
That pain is crippling. It seems to haunt at different times. Yes I think we both are strong but sometimes . . .
Yes, I agree…sometimes… 😦
I was caught by “gorging on a diet of bullshit,” and could not stop reading. Plus, the “Stroke my delicate ego like a long ear beagle” makes me miss my Bassett Hound who loved to be stroked with her soft fur. Nicely done for an all too common torment. Keith
Thank you Keith. It’s an old one. Please check out Gayle’s her’s isn’t as dark but you may be able to relate to the pain.
Oh there is definitely a sting to this one…more that a cry of ouch.
Thanks. Definitely a dark one.