Core

Your stangled hypnotic suggestion
that we were less
leaves a lot to be desired
having no place within us;
falling into the hole you have left
it is rendered mute by fear.
        
                       Will I leave now,
                             lock the door,
                                    cast my eyes this way
                  never more?
                         Or will I beg for you to save me?

Pride, like nobility, got shredded into tears
and left you, little mountain queen,
as the only one who could be needed;
the only one who could be wanted;
the only one truly loved, and paid for
with pain.
                       Will I leave now,
                             crawl down the stairs,
                                      thread this way
            never more?
                         Or will I beg for you to save me?

Reviews

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. ah! ... brutal and yet precisely expressive ... i feel like a shredded lamb now ... the scapegoat actually ... what is it about mid-sea rescue operations that is so hard for people to comprehend? ... it takes a lot to balance unbalanced equations ... you highlight all the right values ... amazing ...

[Vincent Esprit FMI]

what a juxtaposition....somehow it begs for humility; another excellent piece Michael.

Vincent

[Crinkle°]

ouch.