Too far this fabled disregard
The attitude of gross neglect
The founders of abandoned catch phrase
Patterns pound the door no more
And as Poe penned his lost Lenore
Into attuned eternity
My pen finds muses nevermore
In women stretched beyond their means
No raven cries their fawned descent
No bird nor beast can represent
The nature of a woman’s heart
What’s felt and said are worlds apart
Fair goddess Isis from the sea
Why hast thou forsaken me?
The sun you promised years before
Was but a lie to hold me yours
Waiting, how my soul doth quake!
Under immense condolences
Tell who of you could take this weight
Upon their shoulders and not break?
The history of my hunch divides
In quiet moments kept inside
And if I wrote of such said pains
The reader of these lines would feign
From reading further on in depth
This brooding angst is better left
Restrained to my insanity
With no kind words to comfort me
Please do not mourn or cry for me
This life I lead was meant to be
Alone, impoverished duly so
Soul sacrificed ages ago
A stranger in the house of gods
Equipped with armor forged facade
Disillusioned by the past
The flag half mast I raise my glass.
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