Narcissist
It is but new,
It’s something we knew,
That you and we,
We would never be.
Preach a speech, a leech so sly;
Would play a tune, a stanza,` a cry.’
At which you’d grin; lie, deny,
Would grapple our hair and drag us a mile.
When you’d be home, to clasp our throats;
A katana so quick -unsheathed- you smote!
You’d curse and blame to elude your pain,
Upon ‘the others’ who’d loved you the same.
There comes a time when forces of life,
Must tear us apart, to be kept alive.
These days, those minutes, those seconds that flies,
A repulse to cognize; we art retched with flies.
Those seasons, those years, those phases we'd spent,
Bemoaning,` Won’t you come and repent?’
As we vindicate, you’d cantillate;
Life serves us a stale lemonade.
2-9-19
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Copyright © Carmael William | Year Posted 2019
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