Fevered Mind

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

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As you beseeched them oh so sweetly,

Praying oh so gullibly and keenly,

For a partner bereft thereof,

The bitter trappings of lost love,

What came to you, you comprehended,

Was one such soul, so well mended,

You blinded self to faults and lies,

Ate up sweet-coated alibis,

Until your eyes became less clouded,

Saw through false-truths, well accounted,

And thanked your blessed stars above,

That you were sparred the burden of-

An empty, soulless, vapid love.