What a waste, I set myself up for pain,
waiting my entire life for a repentant word.
Lips grew tighter and inhumane.
And no, you couldn’t deign
remorse even when not slurred.
What a waste, I set myself up for pain.
Making gestures disguised and feigned
as regret didn’t fool me, it was absurd;
lips grew tighter and inhumane.
A study of your behavior was arcane,
the good and bad I saw in you was blurred.
What a waste; I set myself up for pain.
At the end, waiting still to claim
an apology for years of being spurred,
lips grew tighter and inhumane.
Ah well, a lesson did I manage to obtain,
to my own self make whole is preferred.
What a waste, I set myself up for pain,
waiting my entire life for a repentant word.
Claudia is our hostess at dVerse Open Link Night and encourages us to write with passion…if not technical perfection. I do try! http://dversepoets.com/2014/02/11/openlinknight-week-132/
