Tell me what I should say
Circumvent me
Take the words out of my mouth
Crush my initiative and mock my joy
I’ll forgive you
But everyone knows what you are
Everyone sees what you do
Cruelty, needless hurt, inflicted again and again,
Masking a petty man and a fragile ego
Bound for naught but a bitter lonely end
A thing that must be done
to take things from better to worse
who can say where it will end
till something breaks
and someone ends up
dead or in prison
the hurt spreads
but I will not be devastated
I will not be judged by the guilty
nothing shall be redeemed till justice be done
bullets, car crashes, liquor and pills,
All end you, fast or slow.
The only way to win
Is not to play the game
It’s rigged to destroy you
You will never get back what you’ve lost, you can only hope that you
Forget what you wanted
And how it made you feel, before you got crushed by desolation
It makes me itch not
To talk to her, but
I hate myself less
I planted my misery
Deep in the ground, hoping it
Would die and leave me in peace
Instead it blighted my crops
Withered my orchard, left me
Desolate, dry and barren
I am sure it gave you no
Satisfaction to watch me
Take a fall, and recovery
Was a foregone conclusion.
All the same, have a great life.
Do not talk to me again.
You know not how to stitch a
Wound, to tend it so it heals.
You can only twist the knife.
The love of your kin spreads its
Virulent tendrils into
My spine, draining my spirit
Herman’s Hermitage 