Troika Form

The Sharks (Acts III, IV, V)

One day my pain will shine you.

Harness your blame and keep walking

When the hungry sharks circle you

In the morning, I’ll call.

My game is solace and you’re the star.

I am blindsided.

Run through me

And the story’s finished—

Did you hear me calling in the morning?

Can’t you find the sign?

What might have been lost?

Don’t trouble me—don’t bother me.

            I remember when I last gave her a hug. Her mind had been decayed for less than a year, and she had already forgotten who she was. There were great times, though. We would drive around in my car, listening to music that was entirely too loud with lyrics that hit us both. As relevant as the songs were, we always failed to accept what was wrong in our lives. To be clear, her mind wasn’t decayed by disease, though one could argue the person she was with was one. Before they had met, she was motivated and had hobbies…Now; she complains all the time and looks for the bad in everything that happens. But as I dance on her footsteps I become plightless.

I stoop like a crow                                                

Shine in the snow

For the anguish I’d rather know.

I peak into the window

I feel cripple and slow

As my feet melt the snow

I see the irony I’d rather know.