Poetic Justice
Oh no, not me, I'm not the one,
although, in time...it has begun.
To show upon her face,
as one begins to see a trace...
Expecting something different, I am told..
but then, it all turns out, quite another way.
And then, it's no surprise, as one begins to realize...
a hefty price to pay...
in the life of a fool!
Who would have dreamed
it would all turn out, this way?
Any justice here,
or could this be a curse?
Has she gone, completely, mad?
Or could it be a joke,
to be played with all the smoke...
to come undone?
But soon you'll see, there's no one there,
to set you free...
and no reward,
to even up the score.
There's so much more to learn...
the hard way!
Copyright © Robert Obrien | Year Posted 2018
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