Who Is the Fool
You will not see my misty eyes gazing down
on the road as I leave the car, throbbing.
Like a fool of a cursed world, our last night
of autumn shivering would not hold me here,
torpid in your arms, unable to resist
sharp nails of discord you had placed precisely
through mocked words, certain of my fall.
Like a fool, I mask this wounded pride
from sight, yet once the dust settles anew,
upon your rage and empty heart, torn leaves
bleed away to follow me, yet you will wonder
who is the fool, the fool, when the crimson light
streaks across the sky. Lady, it is mine,
as you tumble alone in the cold--- acting
like the real fool, afraid of love's road trip.
For Rob Carmack---Lyrics II - The Black Crowes
--Poem based on the lyrics, ' Descending'
June 2, 2016
Copyright © Franco Gonza | Year Posted 2016
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