I would rather appreciate simple things I have than have what I cannot appreciate....

If ever once my words took flight
may this song now break their wings.
Snap the hollowed chicken bones
and scatter feathers to the wind.
As sun bakes dry the loam and silt
while tigers prey on lambs,
I find your love less
filling than
some godly preacher’s scam.

All alone on a starry night, was I
Not like I had none before
Longing for your arms around, was I
Waiting for you at the door.

My heart said it was hard
To learn that you left me
And then fell apart
Broken in anguish to be.

Love, it was, never a joke
Being with you was better than dope
Now I'm made to carry this yoke
All in vain and no hope.

All alone on a starry night, again
I stand - wiping my tears - bold
Your love shall I never regain
Your hands shall I never hold.