Fevered Mind

A poem by Sydney Stone. I do not own the image.

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Why did you, leave me there?

Playing my solo game-

Of truth or dare.

I knew even then, it all was a lie,

Even as, I straightened my tie,

In the mirror, that we shared.

When you told me,

Your loving words,

Were purer than-

The heavens above.

But somehow, I sensed the tone,

It cut me-

To the bone,

That your love was as hollow as-

Your dutiful moans.

I knew the truth, I knew it then,

That while you had merely parted-

Your thighs,

I had parted the folds of my soul.

Confronting you, may have been a mistake,

As you proved-

So quick to forsake,

The life we had built,

It crumbled as though it were-

Built on naught but silt.

And so I sit, so quick to fit-

The mold of a squatter,

Left bereft,

Of house and home, and-

Comforting embrace of a lover.