Tuesday, February 7, 2012
A Harsh Lesson
I steer my rusty Dodge Dart
Down the highway heading for exile,
Carrying nothing but rebellion in my heart
And a life now in ruins.
I had reason to be dubious of his intentions,
Watching the lies billow from his mouth
As he set fire to dreams I thought we shared,
Not able to latch myself to even a shred
As they vanished like vapor through my fingers.
Betrayal fuses to my soul,
A permanent scar to remind me
Of a harsh lesson learned.
As rain beats a staccato rhythm of metallic pings
To break the oppressive silence,
I grieve for the man I thought I loved,
Not the petulant child I left behind.