Patience


Poison Drink - Poem by Patience

i'm not a toy, a reward, or your decoy, or the sword.

but like vultures to the carcass, you chew on me regardless,

of the injury sustained, when the poison drank my brain...

i stood up for you, but you'd never do the same for me.

men are weak.

If you pray every day that a light will shine your way

The cycles of your time gently realign

All the will you strangled flows again

A broken mind can mend all that's lost to fickle friend

Played like a game while the poison drank my brain

Trust the grey does some good at your end.

That you feel a hollow shame and in that space,

can finally comprehend,

How dangerous your penchant to pretend.


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, May 19, 2012



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