You Didn't Want it...Oh Well...(Ever the Tactician II)

Who would have thought...Your gift of poisoned despair would make me stronger...

Penancy for the moon doth shine

Her light reflected in your eyes

False hope projected yet

all that was expected

For you to see

Keep close to me...

Wishful thinking

Can feel all sinking

To the rhythm of the beating

The pump you chose to ignore

Not mine but your own...

Not dead but alone

To ponder with chiseled heart of stone

Though it was known

You would let me down.

Like many others past

I'll be safe behind this glass

And soon even death won't reach me.

Your feelings will fester

Soon to get the best of

Your mind, body and soul.

You'll believe its gold

I'll laugh and stand tall

As your body takes its tole.

Ha! Poisoned bubble wrap was your greatest gift of all...   

Reviews

[Simon Welsh]

Beautiful and dark. I love it!