Just Lovely

There’s a grievance I’ve been brewing. Since urges first got to me. And left me some frustrated. Bent, broke, on wounded knee’s.

It started with little objection. This feeling found new. Until fear then rage replaced it. Rejecting any of it as true.

To hurt to hear the truth from you. Ashamed I can’t ask why. A riot in my mind ensues. Convulsing now as I cry.

In this afterbirth I’m left standing in. Where a sinking feeling looms. Gaining no traction treading these waters. Am I doomed to sink down to its depths forever residing there entombed.

Lucid still left to contemplate. That was it? My fifteen/slice of the pie? Yes I was lost in love. The best/worst drug. Stricken sightless. And soft in the head. I guess I’m just another victim. That first loves left for dead.