Catspaws

When a woman leaves a man with their child, to go off with someone else...

We are your lost cause

We are your last cause,

We are the pain in

The pit of your promises,

We are the seesaws

We are the catspaws,

We are the stain at

The crux of your crucifix,

We are the slain in

The sins of your silences,

We, the sad sport of

Your unfeeling licences.

 

I’ve worked out my penances

From bitter remembrance,

I've swallowed your menaces

And backed to the wall;

Who's charting your pleasantries

And seeding your dissidence,

Or stealing my memories

At your beck and call?

 

You doled out your sentience

In unequal portions,

Large bills for the sophist

Small change for despair,

And based in impermanence

Your short-sighted Nemesis ...

No court of incontinence

Will follow you there!

 

We are your lost cause

We are your last cause,

We are the flicker

Of love in your candlelight,

We are the whisper that

Whispers at morn and night;

We are your sanity

And your eternity,

   We are your lost cause

   We are your last cause.

 

David Lewis Paget

 

Reviews

[Legion]

Great write. Wish my mother could read it. She did this to me and my dad when I was a baby. You've portrayed this perfectly.