The Grass Triangle

Why did i trust you?

This wreckless welded hand

Holding my light insides within its delicate walls.

Hit me. Hit me.

Twice, I never knew she would!

By the grass triangle, not ten yards from your door.

Conceal your care.

You never liked me so dont begrudge me fearing you.

This pencil, a memory of happier days,

Used in your association...

Its yours now, not mine.

That voice is realms above your own.

Please release yourself! 

Light that cigarette between your lips

And drive on.

Reviews

[Patient Poet (Yos)]

Interesting ....I should have read it twice, mostly your inner feelings on this , I love the use of words , mystery