ET TU

What has cast this spell upon me?

And pray tell me of its name,

For want of hope doth suffice

as a messenger of this silent pain.

For I wallow in self pity,

I embrace sorrows bondage,

I wrap myself in its damning chains

And unto death I give homage.

What to this shall I say?

And what of this can I do?

For the desolation

Of my separation

Hast spoiled

This weary heart.

Thus now casting eerie

shadows of dubious self doubt.

As boundaries of crooked emotions

Sail with ease upon the dying sea.

Forever, oh forever drifting apart.

Yet…for

Et Tu

There is the pain,

Yet not the same

For even you in your gallant bravado

Realize,

The power

Of sorrows bondage

and its damning chains.

J. Allen Wilson © 2004