We are furious, so much promised!
They lied. We never had a chance.
Youth left us with broken vows
at the altar alone in a trance.

Great grand kids
I never even met,
maybe tomorrow
I won't make a bet.
  
Old dogs just barking
angels are harking
in our deaths we live
still trying to forgive.

Looking outside and all
I see is chaos
The wind howling through
The apartment that I live in
It looks and sounds like
The chaos in my head
The dripping of rain
Are silent but still there
These are my tears
That fall down my face
Onto the pillow in my room
Where no one is with me.

I believe you,
Even when each lie falls from your lips
Like tow colored crimson Mangos.
Softly falling apart in your mouth,
With each bite the nectar gushes out, before you spit the skin along with my trust onto the dirt floor...
I believe you,
even when you pick a lie from the tree in the yard.
The branches encumbered by the stories you claim as your own.
I believe you
even when I know the truth sprouted somewhere else
still i sit under the shade of your tales.
I believe you,
Because the alternative is
Hanging myself from the Mango tree
Odd Fruit for you to pick at your convenience