Forsaken Tears
Freezing shackles
Now rusted chains
Once gripped a willing heart
Now forever scrap metal
A mere heap
But
There was a time
When destiny's preying Mantis
Patiently waited...
Until
Brandishing paralysis
On innocent finding
Its razor-sharp cuts
Decorated crimson passion
Brought submissive smiles to frowns
Comedy to tragedy
Then unexpectedly
There came a day
Known little by rejection's malaise
When learned senses informed
Hard-won immunities
To gently disarm
Disguised weapons of slavery
With compassion's embrace
Consider
Lessons learned
Warm one's frigid past
Defrosts harbored resentment
Melts clinging disappointment
Evaporates icy delusions
Leaving behind
Forsaken tears
Now but drifting acceptance
Upon eyelashes of mist
I'm grateful I do not have to forgive anyone this late in my life. Except for some loans that I have given to desperate disabled souls who have died and never paid them back, I feel no regret that I have to atone to.
Ron