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Unsung Ballad

 See, you put your insecurity on me

 Scared I’d find love elsewhere

 And leave

 In the end it was you—

 To pack your bag and deceive


 Kept me high on a shelf

 Pale porcelain doll

 Hidden from your other self.

 Six winters; a few too long.

 Daddy walked, and topsy turvy--

 Life seemed wrong.

 Not knowing who you were,

 Life's purpose, your song.

 The world was a lie


 But you kept it inside

 Couldn't live couldn't die.

 Vice seeking--

 Make the pain subside!


 Big new house, but all alone

 Shelter dog with no true home.

 No joy to be had,


 Couldn't eat, only weep.

 Lie upon soft grass

 Where you peacefully sleep.

 Perfect images transfixed

 Faultless, in your brain.

 Pretty honey gives no comfort.

 Feelings not the same.

 Now I trudging through

 Cement of my own

 My fate unsure--

 Suffocating, alone!

 Said you were done, tape torn off

 Oh misunderstanding, how rough.

 Yet I reassured--

 My love was enough.


 A season went by

 More distant, more cold

 Relentless waves lapping,

 But my heart you had hold.

 With a childhood friend

 From tides ago.

 Cold, wet storms

 With winds they did blow.

 As the days went by

 Not a dry eye in sight.

 Coward boy raced on

 Through the night.

 Within this heart

 Blossomed love, day by day.

 He continued turning

 Pulling farther away.

 Said, you were not he


 I perceived you to be.

 Witnessed you fooling others,

 But would never lie to me.

 Now baby sways shady,


 Under Callery Tree.

 Women of the forest

 Gave cues; I could't see.

 Until one day

 Hands went up, you quit.

 Too tired, too lazy--

 For the same banal shit.

 The now women cool


 Comfort with no care--

 A sip of iced brew

 In dry desert air.

 But it's all an illusion


 Smoke screen!

 We all have our demons,

 Bound, and unseen.


 My hope for the future,

 Come around and say Hi.

 Eventually grow up--

 Look me in the eye!

 It's okay my darling


 Lost boy, through and through.

 I won't be your Wendy,

 Endless dreams to pursue.

 With all being said,


 I pause briefly to the blue.

 Thankful for rains--

 Which cleansed me anew.

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