The River

I held out my hand true
Tempted to believe
That the leverage might be enough for you
Knowing all along, I am naive
I always hope for skies of blue
But that hope is often deceived
As you were so dead set to prove
My eyes could hardly believe
The tantrums that you threw
How you screamed and stomped your feet
Like a child with the terrible two’s
With an incessant need
As a child that just left the womb
Your presence made it hard to breathe
While the Chaos of your shadow loomed
Your years numbered thirty three
darkness of impending doom
From your every pore it seeped
More and more I withdrew
As regret enveloped me
Facing the fact I already knew
The one that I deceived, was yours truly.
January 25, 2022

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