Trudging Through your Sadistic Swamps
I swam against your
crashing current and
Shifting tides. Only
to find a bloodied
Beach and towering
walls called the "not-quite"
Hopeless swamps that
housed your long line. Forever
Climbing the razor
wire you said would be
Never-ending corridor
to trudge
Friendship never hurt
so bad that death wailed
Crying for love that
clears the heart and mind
Lovers confused by
plays of tragedy
Made to lean on, used
to full, I grew weak
Constant pressure,
being there for you, I
Caved and cried and
begged for your hand to pull
Me from the dire
doldrums you left me in
Take off your mask
untie your hair, worry
About how life has
weakened you, I your crutch
Coal and ash they are
a joke compared to
Sorrow and grief and
heartache all dealt from you
Royal flush of
misery, here I stand
Controlled chaos in
my mind, I love you
Existing not in your
world until you
Read this sentence of
mine, I'm cellophane.
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