Daggers, I swear, continuously plunge at my heart!
Left to withstand a day of celebration of one who is repentant of my existence.
A blind eye has been dealt to the consideration of my emotions.
Am I to turn a blind eye too?
The door which once was open slapped me as it shut on my face.
Compassion no longer seems to exist.
Not in me,
Not in others;
Only selfishness.
Can it be?
What was once my safe haven has now become my pool of sorrow.
A desire reminiscent of what cannot be had; such an unfillable void.
Inconsideration of self for the betterment of others has only proved one thing..
It elongates the love, pain, and compassion until the time of abandonment is ripe.
I hope I am wrong.