And She Was True of Heart When I Was Not.
The gravestones line the yard corpses hidden from the public’s eyes.
One man is dust in the lid, gravel in the eye, hidden from greedy fingers and I wait
I cannot contain this feeling any longer
The tears do not fall but there is no anger only regret
Regret is the remittance of the few who lick their wounds in payment for their actions
And I admit I lick
waiting
For the door to open upon my own fate
Damn it all to heaven’s gate
Go go regret before it’s too late
And the crows scream murder
Murder. I cannot comprehend
She was so young
This is death I knew it not until this moment
I have forgotten the punch line in this sea of my own shame
Ignore once ignore twice forget the thought
How I had forgotten her love in hatred and anger
Please withhold the casket so I cannot throw my body in
This is the beginning of good bye
And I pity myself but not her
For I long for death
But have not the strength to take my own life
Upon reflection
I realize I am nothing more than these words
And in that realization realize I have nothing
Because I know not what I write
Regret I regret bereft of the definition
Depth without recognition
Is no depth at all
She was always true to herself
While I placate and lick
My own wounds friends lover
At least in this awakening
I know I am no more
Than a black tongue.
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