06 February 2015

We all Die

my heart was mislead now I stay in bed
I am cognizant of my life of dread
wasn't something that happened instantly
bombarded by offensive imagery
just doing my job was all you said

why couldn't you just close your eyes instead
a part of your life I'm willing to shred
I'll be nice and do it with dignity
my heart was misled

I took a step back and watched as you bled
for such a queen your bloods not blue but red
I wish things could have ended differently
don't want to bore you with a soliloquy
it doesn't matter anyways you're still dead
my heart was misled

Copyright © 2015 by Patrick B Vince

Rondeau Poem

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