maria goodison

(06,10,1983 / perth scotland)

What A Shame


You called me complex one afternoon and it has
stayed like the stars and moon in the sky.
You said you did your best to understand but you
still left.
You made the illusion that all was well and right
then found comfort in taking them down one by one.
You made me feel the rain on my skin then with a
hash hand you keep me out so the rain seep in.
You gave your word that the world was good and
nothing would chill the air.
But all i see are demons running around looking for
a fight.
You said i should not hide that it just was not good
that i should stand and win th war.
But which war do i win and you've forgotten to
give me that shelled you also led the wolf to my
door.

Submitted: Monday, May 12, 2014
Edited: Tuesday, May 13, 2014

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