A Reply

I passed beneath your tattered frame

I took without considering shame.

You placed me on a pedestal

A guarantee of the longest fall.

With passions forged of shattered grain.

I gobbled them and filled my face,

And although the pieces did not congregate

They filled me well and calmed my fate.

I should have considered the price

A pound of flesh, it did entice.

You used the sword and took your desire

You grabbed greedily and filled your fire

Then you retreated and wrote a poem

And wanted more

You wanted home.

The silent pain that passion bore

Should have stayed hidden in Shakespeare's lore.

What comes when the ashes fly

Of attempted congregates that die?

Nothing but an empty shell

I reach out, you repel.

What destiny lays in such a trial

Are all the lessons of denial.

So come back my dearest friend

Fill me with conversation that finds no end

And wait in my mind with all your grace

And take heed at a breakneck place

To forge a sword made out of steel 

An aggregate that you can wield. 

An plunge it deeply in my soul

For in my mind I lose control.

Author's Note

I am looking for honest and constructive feedback. I would also like comments in general. Please, respond tactfully and with a well thought out response.

Reviews

[Michael G.]

A well constructed poem.
I thought it flowed very well.
An enjoyable read. Thank you the privilege.