Please, No More Stones

Please, No More Stones No more stones, my dinner plate is full my teeth broken on that hardened heart. Broken, the heavy chain you loved to pull dead, the horse that dragged your evil cart. Whisper softly to me again as you fade from this damn misery- meal that you made No more rocks, I am much wiser and older I see pitch black upon your angel wings. I need a sweet companion just to hold her with fiery spirit that makes my soul sing. No more cuts, the knife is getting dull waves of blues eat deep into my brain. Holes you drilled into my sleeping skull birth dark echoes with each aching pain. No more stabs, the kind you do so well secrets we shared call out but I refuse. Tender were kisses and sweet your smell now darkness looms, one I did not choose. No more cries, cries for your sweet love now fire burns hot, in this living Hell. Mercy arrived today, came from far above told me, see her as dust in a dry well. No more shouts, soft words decorating you or songs I wrote in praise of our romance. Foolish me, gave you more than your due wrapped in love, so deep in a blind trance. No more stones, my dinner plate is full my teeth broken on that hardened heart. Broken, the heavy chain you loved to pull dead, the horse that dragged your evil cart. Whisper softly to me again as you fade from this damn misery- meal that you made! Robert J. Lindley, 1-23-2016