Medusa Or Sexy Siren, Memory Debates
Medusa Or Sexy Siren, Memory Debates
I felt it was time to just let the hell go,
walking away while you screamed and cursed.
There was no fight then made just for show
an instant decision, one I never rehearsed.
Whiskey had me ready to battle, fight a war
my nerves were shot but courage filled me.
I remember that day- it is still a bad scar,
evidence of the day you forced me to hurt me!
I walked out into a steamy hot August night,
knowing that move was to be set in hard stone.
You looked in awe at that unimaginable sight,
sat there and cried like a sad child all alone!
I look back at your face from memory I saved,
there was anger, fright and hate dancing there.
My leaving was an act far too damn long delayed.
Like a Medusa, you gave me that hideous stare!
Yet at times, that face clears and is replaced.
By your beauty, dressed up and all in sexy lace!
R.J. Lindley
Jan 23rd, 1988
Copyright © Robert Lindley | Year Posted 2015
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