My Judas

when my thoughts trail down those wooded paths we tread, i wonder what there was to see in you other than the beauty of any beast wisdom dictates never befriend physical attraction nothing is expected of friendship other than the love it is analysis, fools rush in, live, and learn you saw in me a kindness to your needs someone on whom you could depend, moments when the soul lies distraught the world walks on by, as i have learned then for some reason, perhaps an innate evil lurking in all of us my kindness you perceived, a weakness this did not leave me, bright position prognosis, this too shall pass in this discourse, leaves have fallen winter always takes its toll yet spring returns, life begins anew yes there are frail branches in the strength of this tree they have learned to bend let go, survive my judas find your salvation therein Phoenix 87 The Patient Stones