The Broken Chalice
The Broken Chalice
It was way too early for me to move in,
But love conquers all, or so Ovid says,
But nothing could prepare me for the javelin.
At first it was an electric lusty heaven,
We were so in love our words could not convey
The danger that was hiding there like a javelin.
Loving she was, and so very feminine,
But every day she dragged me to AA,
She could be sharp, like the head of a javelin.
Soon I knew what fear was, and the anger therein,
She simply could not trust me, even though I prayed
And assured her I was faithful, she raised the javelin.
Nothing was enough for her, her demands had no end,
I was heading into madness, for a Dies Irae,
And on a fateful day, I ran into the javelin.
And after all the surgery, paranoia set in,
She destroyed our trust, both night and day,
I wept and wept, the tears falling from my chin,
It was not enough for her to delay the javelin.
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