Oh, Calamity
Forgive me Father, for I have sinned,
of thigh-high socks and bobby pins.
Now strewn about, we kiss discreet,
with pounding hearts, our bodies meet!
Our love forbidden; a cold fire - it burns,
within my breast as my stomach turns,
Blasphemy, Sin! Of this I am full.
Guilty! Yet, still at your body I pull.
Convince me now that my sins have worth.
Can I trust you won’t shatter me, cast me aside?
Can I open my heart and have you as my first?
Can I believe you will not twist the knife in my side?
Oh Calamity, damned as I am, right damned.
I sat there crying as the door slammed,
behind you; you're leaving... alone, here I lay.
Left behind, thrown away, your toy for the day.
With a sigh of resignation, I wipe tears from my eyes.
There's no justifying her actions, her lies!
Begone! Get thee behind me you whore!
I stand up and place my hand to the door...
But I never make it, my heart heavy has grown.
I have achieved this destruction all on my own.
"I'll never forget you.." I heard her prose...
as my eyes, heavy lidded... begin to close.
My last breath escapes me into the night.
I feel no elation, no horror, no fright.
A small voice in the dark; a phrase to be heard:
"I'll never forget you, " I echo her words.
Copyright © Jasey Lynn Canova | Year Posted 2017
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