Free Cee a Complicatd Fate D Compli

A COMPLICATED FATE D' COMPLI Your bedroom closet is larger than this room Where fears father plays the part of Lady Sorrow's groom Your master bath is three times larger than the one I enter using a key of regret The one I share with the masses you commanded me here where the heat of loneliness comes to swell in this tiny hole in a hotel near Hell This is where my wretched heart hears the echo of wrath no, unlike you, I have no spacious bath A kitchen? Nay, I have none no stove like yours beside which you'd stand grand as the room within which you stood I have no place to keep cool my pantry's pride nor cupboards stuffed with non-essential purchases this room bears itself bereft of benefits where only sleep is claimed within that is to say if I should one day be blessed with rest for respite is requisite, yet for me, remains denied as I share isolation with a myriad of ghosts and hatred plays host to a hurtful hush in this room where the fingertips of my outstretched arms touch two walls while the eyes of gloom glare at the heart of doom and fettered fruit is harvested from a grievous grove no, unlike you, I own no stove nor backyard have I to enjoy while sipping tea like the one you share with doves who dine on your greenery where torches glow at night with halos of hopefulness and heat and where we once sat in the same sanctified space devouring hours with delight no, my backyard is a bar with a backdoor to debauchery and the tar on its driveway that sears the souls of my feet when the sun threatens to bake the brick with its breath as I stride across the asphalt and drink to a fault until I'm dreadfully drunk and scathingly scarred no, unlike you, I have no back yard your house, no, rather a palace persuaded by prominence dwarfs this den of deprivation I find myself situated within a paltry place, where not a pittance of pity might dwell within this tiny hole in a hotel near hell with only a tortured tale of which to tell © 2012....copyright PHREEPOETREE ~free cee!~