Into the Valley of Lost Souls and Mad Kings

bent and broken but not defeated

Into the Valley of Lost Souls

and Mad Kings 

 

Insidious whispers

concerning condemnations

against the unwashed abounded-

that smirk on your lips

spoke volumes---

 

You became blind

when I needed you to see-

and deaf to the protestations

of the myriad injustices done

to the unheard and forgotten---

 

When my back was turned

you pushed me into the abyss-

watching with maniacal glee as

I fell to my doom---

 

Was it not you who always

promised that we’d stand together 

hand in hand?

When did treachery and deceit

become your forte?

 

I hear the choral dirge

ringing in my ears

as you weep false tears---

 

Huddled amongst your

sycophants you sink

deeper into the mud;

where you revel in

debauchery and hypocrisy---         

 

I’ve been caste out

and thrown aside

like some unused toy-

a discarded puppet

made to crawl on

broken bones and

and rotted flesh---

 

Although my pain

is excruciating

and my condition dire,

I still have reason for

jubilation-

for no longer

will I have to

endure the stink from your a*s

and the reeking foulness of your breath

that always left a

vile and putrid taste

in my mouth---

 

As I close my eyes

I am comforted by

your absence---

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

RC

08/19/2007

©Robert F. Callaci