Rotting Grapes

You know the ropes, you’ve felt that special pain.

You’ve sought shelter in alleys from dark icy rain

Your health has suffered but what’s most unkind

Is the damage and scars to your heart and mind.

Once you could view me as more than a mark

Perhaps I was worthy, ignited a thoughtful spark.

But these days I see you treat me as your fool.

A source for your needs, addiction’s grand tool.

You feign your compassion, tell all manner of lies

So, don’t be surprised if I say my final goodbyes.

For if I leave you now and shut emotion’s door

I can ignore the present, view you as before.

That beautiful classic woman, that ever-wise friend.

An honest friendship where sexual limits could bend.

An intimate trust where I could open heart’s door

But now that is gone and won’t be seen anymore.

?Still I hold no grudge, you held out longer than most.

Fighting for survival while wrestling your own ghosts

I hope one day you’ll see an end to life’s raw deal

And you heal soul and heart and once again feel.