And here I thought
I knew this pace
so well.
Thought I knew every edge
and every shadow.
So arrogant of me
to miss the picture
moving onto the next scene.
I stayed resistant
and now I hear
the teeth behind the lips,
sharp like a rip-saw,
grinding me down
from under your smile.
Tongues that longs to taste
the desecration.
The world will lift you up
and smash you down.
Wave as you say good-bye.
Sometimes,
the ability to endure
is a curse,
as much as a gift.
Denials
come in all persuasions.
Shame and regret
always look like this.
Vengeance is a dish
served through the drive-thru,
delivered to your door
to feed your bile.
I can hear
teeth just like a chainsaw,
grinding away behind your smile.
I never thought that I
would get far enough up the stairs
for you to cast me down.
This is where
we find out
which one of us
stays standing.
The scales tip.
Look who’s laughing now?
Push me if you want to.
There’s a chance I heard you coming
from a mile away.
This land is changing;
it always has.
I guess life finds a way
to balance
ambition
and vengeance.
HG – 2019
my thoughts and feelings right now in a poem !!
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