Jan 2021
For all the lies you told
While laying in an empty bed-
You were never so good
As you were,
The night you floated away
You were like a stone,
Hit upon another stone,
Echoing through an empty hallway-
Your broken soul
Was only good
For breaking souls
You hurled glass-heavy bricks
Through my empty windows,
Tied on with love-notes,
Penned foul with fetid ink
And left-
Only to confuse the masses
Of sad, stupid, people
You built a paper-tiger army-
Made to rush through flames,
At the Chicago Fire battlefield
You set in my heart,
While children sold a solemn pitcher
Of kerosene-laced gasoline-
For every thirsty watcher
You bled out oxygen,
And complained,
When you nor I
Could breathe.
My bandage never had a hope,
Or chance to adhere
You spoke a tragic song
Like a caged bird-
Beating wings ******
Against a solid freedom
That you would rob from me
You swung away from truth-
Only the harshest reality
Was a gift worth giving to me
Much like an orphaned child,
Handed a tattered box,
Unwrapped to find a broken toy
Who would never find a use
While laying in an empty bed-
You were never so good
As you were,
The night you floated away
You were like a stone,
Hit upon another stone,
Echoing through an empty hallway-
Your broken soul
Was only good
For breaking souls
You hurled glass-heavy bricks
Through my empty windows,
Tied on with love-notes,
Penned foul with fetid ink
And left-
Only to confuse the masses
Of sad, stupid, people
You built a paper-tiger army-
Made to rush through flames,
At the Chicago Fire battlefield
You set in my heart,
While children sold a solemn pitcher
Of kerosene-laced gasoline-
For every thirsty watcher
You bled out oxygen,
And complained,
When you nor I
Could breathe.
My bandage never had a hope,
Or chance to adhere
You spoke a tragic song
Like a caged bird-
Beating wings ******
Against a solid freedom
That you would rob from me
You swung away from truth-
Only the harshest reality
Was a gift worth giving to me
Much like an orphaned child,
Handed a tattered box,
Unwrapped to find a broken toy
Who would never find a use
Sometimes, pulling the thread on a failed relationship to expose all the parts we didn't know leads to a myriad of emotion that's hard to sort through. Hopefully, this poem helps each of you as you ride that tidal wave of anger, sadness, mania, catatonia, relief, and disbelief... Take care and always lean on a friend that you trust.
