Tolerated Chore

Author's Notes: This poem was a comment inspired by the work "Look Me In The Eyes," written by Sam Eliza Green. Please, go and read her poem. Thank You.

If we're not loved

Then we feel tolerated

Left to be frustrated

Unheard, even with bold statements

And Declarations wishing for more

Yet, love is a chore

For parents and spouses: husbands and wives

The sharpened daggers of feels, emotional knives

Even children are cruel to one another

Love can be withheld from sister to brother

Or brother to sister

Even in old age, from Madam to Mister

When all we need is a kiss or

A warm hug, maybe someone to hold our hands

And walk with us through our love deprived lands

Since value's internal it's something inside us

It's hard to value ourselves, if no-one values us besides us

Ourselves

We're caught in this hell

This hell hole pit

This hell hole that fits

The palace of the bottomless bucket

That's been kicked beyond eons, so tuck it

Away with our hearts like the love in our eyes

It's the withholding of love between ourselves to each other we despise

Us hypocrites demoralize

What some people see and what and think as love

So we demonize

Their internal feelings and cast down even external truths

Yet, if we're wise on the inside, naivety is the eternal youth

Of holding on to survival tactics and not getting our needs met

We do the opposite of what works, and coast with so many regrets

Like if a mother begets

And that mother berefts

Compassion and care

For the child she bares

Abandonment and for the lack of care

Why people don't share

The love that's supposed to be generous

Yet, we twist love like a serpent's head, making it venomous

The venom poisons us, making degenerates

Of cold hearts with thick skin

Wishing to never feel again

The stuff that people go through is just as ugly as sin

So, how come when it's push come to shove

Why can't people "Look us in the eyes" and be generous with love