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composure, dashed hopes, delusions, grandeur, grief-stricken, harrowing, invasion, male chauvinist, malice, menacing, Mercy me, pictures, poem, quotes, racing heart, sighing tears, strangling, tragedy of life
I watched the harrowing scene unfold
Out of the corner of my eye
I hadn’t meant to pry
But neither could I look away
Her face, grief-stricken, wincing
Her racing heart, sinking
His menacing eyes
Searched her pale face
His disparaging words, dashing hopes
Tying invisible ropes
Strangling her
She lost her composure
He remained indifferent
Continued to vent
As if her sighing tears
Were inaudible to his ears
His eyes darted towards me
A look of pure malice crossed his face
I shook my head and walked away
For such is the tragedy of life
I could only look from afar
A helping hand would be deemed an invasion
No amount of persuasion
Would make her see
His delusions of grandeur
Don’t let anyone EVER treat you less than you deserve.
P.s I heard this song called “Beautiful” by Mercy Me.
It goes like – “The days will come when you don’t have the strength
When all you hear is you’re not worth anything
Wondering if you ever could be loved
And if they truly saw your heart they’d see too much”
Amazing isn’t it?
Hi Sanah, thank you for introducing us to your work
Nature, however, has not left this weakness, which is of so much importance, altogether without a remedy; nor has she abandoned us entirely to the delusions of self-love. Our continual observations upon the conduct of others, insensibly lead us to form to ourselves certain general rules concerning what is fit and proper either to be done or to be avoided. Some of their actions shock all our natural sentiments. We hear every body about us express the like detestation against them. This still further confirms, and even exasperates our natural sense of their deformity. It satisfies us that we view them in the proper light, when we see other people view them in the same light. We resolve never to be guilty of the like, nor ever, upon any account, to render ourselves in this manner the objects of universal disapprobation. We thus naturally lay down to ourselves a general rule, that all such actions are to be avoided, as tending to render us odious, contemptible, or punishable, the objects of all those sentiments for which we have the greatest dread and aversion. Other actions, on the contrary, call forth our approbation, and we hear every body around us express the same favourable opinion concerning them. Every body is eager to honour and reward them. They excite all those sentiments for which we have by nature the strongest desire; the love, the gratitude, the admiration of mankind. We become ambitious of performing the like; and thus naturally lay down to ourselves a rule of another kind, that every opportunity of acting in this manner is carefully to be sought after.
Thank you Sanah for visiting now and then.
I see your blog has grown rapidly lately. Great work!
Have a nice day.
Rene Marcellino
Just wanna say wait fr d rite person nw n never listen to anybody else except ur heart… Take Care!!
Wise words in a moving poem