I fled to sink into
satin sheets, threadbare and torn
wanting not, needing naught
as pennies were thrown at my head
I turned away
my other cheek forlorn
falling gracelessly
into cesspools of decadence
mired up to my thighs
caring not
but for sleepless eternities
and equal immortal tasks
fixated by the censure in your eyes
I almost ceased to be
it was fine days
as you watched behind
those rose colored glasses
seething with self -righteousness
indulging yourself in resignation
going about daily tasks and easy slumber
pristine on your self-exalted pedestal
calling out halleujah's
as I waited far below
along with your discarded bones
a road littered with abandonment and neglect