CR ( / Cuba)

The Whore Laughs

Your eyes cut me like broken glass
when you look at me.
A two-face mirror is a pale reflection
of your being.
A sharp, almost transparent film
is intertwine between your lies
and your evil ways.
Must you hurt me this way?
what do you gain from all of this
What is your reward?
Ignorant mockery of an erratic youth
disturbed and unbalanced.
You have the power to relieve me from this pain
It almost seems like you find joy to see me suffer.
I hold no alligence or perpetual status to your
enclosed mind, fractured and decayed
like a wounded coyote waiting to die
in the hot summer desert ground.
You have forsaken the trust that I once had.
No longer do I feel anything for you.
Nor hate or love or passion or disgust
perhaps I feel sorry for what you've become
and tried to have me become.
But your master plan backfired when I caught
you in the act of betrayal.
Was it as sweet as you thought it would be?
Was it tempting for you to participate in this
game of danger and deceit?
We're pearched headlong in the age of boredom.
Like a fire to a flame this suffering will soon end.
It was you who once softly stroke the keys of my baby grand
and call me friend.
The time has come to break away
from this inferno that we're both been living.
And search for a new destiny
way over yonder where a beautiful horizon awaits.
But it is not the end of us yet
I'll see you in hell bitch
and I will laugh
and I will cry
As I watch you burn away
into fragments until there is nothing
but ashes and dust
The end.

Copyright by Carlos Alberto Rodriguez 2005
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Comments (1)

Quite a lot of anger and resentment...i must say the most interesting poem i have read all day...