Out of My Mind
By Steven L Herring

And if I have to tell you twice
you weren't listening the first time
The wind was quiet
The trees were still
and you refused to hear
Your eyes are daggers to my soul
and your words are empty
like your heart
and black like your thoughts

You couldn't hit the door fast enough
but I opened it for you
and sent you away
with a parting gift
A boot for your backside
as I crushed you in my mind
Your memory faded
like smoke
from an extinguished candle
yet you still fill the room
with your stench

An open window wafts
and whisks away
the foul last breath
from your worthless words
full of hate
And I raise my glass to celebrate
the exodus of a dying thought