Swimming in blood

Written by: Leonard Taormina

               
Did I know this dissention might come to be?
Yes I was aware of its probability.
Did that make me any more prepared for the situation?
No I was not nor am I now.
I guess some things are best walked away from;
And you old love must be one of them.
In the hospital cafeteria an old man asked me to sit;
So I did and he talked about his wife dying.
Did somebody send me a vision of coming tomorrows?
Who knows but I can’t go on like this anymore.
       I’ve injected, dissected and intertwined many angles;
       But inevitably it seems to always come back to here.
       As I slowly sink deeper into theses quagmire of depravation;
       I seem to have worked my way down from hero to zero.
       And my life is hell reflected in slow motion;
       As I live out these many fractions of time.
       And was it wrong to love you;
       The answer escapes me.
       And am I sorry now that I did?
       I think sometimes I am.