CURSING THE CURTAIN'S FALL

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JOURNAL #14

resentment so fierce, fell into my hands
while the aim of my atonement came not so clear
deep seated animosity only perpetuated my plans
hired away from the truth within
contradicting my every fear
such confusing fate beguiles me
The French label such muted mumblings
as 'Fait Accompoli'
which remembers not where such dismal wanderings
have been
wise and careful scrutiny allow me no time for
even a remotely guarded grin
just yet mastered mastery that never fails to fail
each subject or whim
one can not familiarize himself with the past
by looking outward but never in
a fine questioner of charm rose to necessity's
defense
sparing me the agony of self denial housed in
glass walls of pretense
I need no further urging
I know what it is that I must do
give up all and any countless fault in
regard to my fast fired feelings for you
LOVE 'Ha'
I'll be damned......................
(Feb. 10, 1996)

Author's Notes/Comments: 

me once again momentarily giving up on love only to welcome it back in my life again later!

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