Of powerlessness
Not knowing what to say,
Please, just do something!
The waiting, the longing, the anticipation
The stress, the nerves, the wanting!

Up on your feet
But there’s the taste of blood on your teeth

Should have danced a little closer to the edge
Gambled a bit more
Should have kept going till they pulled out the dredge
Once again, didn’t let him into the core.

But time would’ve passed nevertheless
And we would’ve ended at the point where it’s meant to undress
I couldn’t, I wouldn’t, but should I?

‘Nothing to do’, she would cry.

It’s so much easier to run away,
hide, flee, to escape.

The cheering could not be overheard
The choosing was done
And like the fairy tales,  the princess was too late.
Nobody needed to tell her.

He should have known better than to trust her
When she asked him to leave
Trust is gained, not given.

Burdened by guilt and despair
I now know… He didn’t even care.