Poem 79

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You didn’t know but I saw you

Standing, laughing with that creature

The one whose name I struggle to utter.

 

He who took it upon himself

To feast upon your vulnerability

He recognised well and truly your Achilles.

 

And I imagine the ravage that occurred

You oblivious to his gluttonous appetite

Giving so much, everything one way.

 

But then I saw you hadn’t changed

A fool still, him looking lecherously

Upon your form you offered so easily.

 

So much for warnings, so much for fate

You wouldn’t listen, you knew it all

You thought I was jealous, envious of your love.

 

But what love was it you lusted after

The love of notice, of empty words

Uttered in tones you wanted to hear.

 

Now I see you again, panting like a dog

Hanging on to his every word

Oblivious to his carnal intention.

 

Fool you!

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23 Responses to Poem 79

  1. Mary's avatar Mary says:

    Sometimes others can see things that the one in a particular situation cannot. Perhaps this kind of ‘love’ (or whatever it is) is truly blind…at least for a time.

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  3. Oh, very dark – has a great portentous tone to it! 🙂 🙂

  4. Anja's avatar Anja says:

    Fool me once….shame on you

  5. woah a nefarious little bite in your words, where did this one spring from? Like it very much 🙂

  6. RoSy's avatar RoSy says:

    Shame on anyone who takes advantage of anyone’s blind love.
    Sadly it happens much too often.
    And – to warn someone – sometimes just makes them detach more from those who really do care.

  7. Lyn's avatar Lyn says:

    So much reality in this! When it’s a friend or a loved one it’s happening to, you want to shake them and yell, “open your eyes and look.” Sadly, that wouldn’t work. Poor them. Your poetry is moving and heartfelt, Michael.

  8. A wise lover looking upon a fool indeed! There are no words that can get someone to remove their blinders. They will have to want to see the light themselves.

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