my glass menagerie
hello,
my friend, my foe, my end.
kissing nickel and kissing dime, your key
seduces with Sirine chime upon
my ears, this Never-rhyme.
set to free, this Never-free,
my ever-be, my glass menagerie,
and oh, how you frighten me, but
despite me,
you ignite me,
and my essence burns brightly
enshrouded from creatures most sightly, but
brethren of you, sees ever so Slightly
and even in fall, He prays for this blight,
me.
your shackles, they sear through my flesh and my blood,
left am i craving this this life giving bud,
but this poor wasted seedling, a withering dud,
this poor waning seedling, not a stem in the mud.
for this stem, how you’ve thieved, and placed to my lip,
for my life, how you grip, leave me gasping for air,
for my life, how you rip, leaving utter despair,
for my life, how you strip, of the women most fair,
and for what?
this mental repair?
fleeting moments of this feeble, fruitless love affair?
and how i dare, stagger six feet
down, and into your eyes stare,
in helpless cries, i swear, to
break from this snare, for no
more can i bare to depart at declare,
must unshackle from your lair
or with death i shall share,
oh, i swear, i shall share with this death and despair.
- l.a.
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