Beginning To End --- Part 1

You want it to make sense You want it to become clear Your feigned self importance No longer precious or dear But the only one caring And the one still in doubt A mirrored reflection Of what never comes out Lunch breaks upon you Again eating alone Your steak is still raw Chewed right to the bone The banter around you Seems innocent and yet The shroud that surrounds you Wards off and deflects “You gain nothing by trying” You gain nothing you say As you begin crying For those cast astray That girl in the tall grass The one in your arms Went to be with another When you bartered your charms Her daughter who’s grown now Some say looks like you Could it be then you wonder When the times were so few You pay the cashier And slowly walk out This bill had been dear More than you had allowed With the bone in your pocket You head back to your desk As the cry of a mockingbird Decries and behests Your pen then runs dry As you again start to write On your left eye a sty All vision in blight Only then do you notice Hanging pink and in front And you know that your future Now a dog that can’t hunt So you walk to his office And sit down in the chair You look at him soulless And try not to care He explains “That he’s sorry” That “The timing’s not right” He says that “You’re valued, But be gone by tonight” As you clean out your desk A new feeling partakes You look up to the ceiling Knowing all that’s at stake And that feeling is good That feeling seems right As the feeling then pushes And the feeling alights You decide now emboldened To stop on the way home At the house of that one You left mistreated alone You heard of divorce And you wonder how bad The damage it left her Was it worse than you had (Cont. in part 2)