Bargain

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Your tears seemed like your only gift to me;
My smiles were what I gave you in return:
This bargain, where I lose all vanity,
Was what old bleeding hearts made my soul learn.
Your festering wounds I helped in cleaning;
Though not yet healed, I helped them start to;
All I asked was the share from your feeling,
Which now has changed the better part of you.
Now you have learned to smile without me near;
I taught you well; I brought you to your feet;
Now you shed me like you did your last tear;
Now there’s no reason for our souls to meet.
My heart bleeds for my soul learns to see:
Your gift was bringing my own tears to me.

19th September
6:00pm

Friend

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Your tears seemed like your only gift to me;
My smiles were what I gave you in return:
This bargain, where I lose all vanity,
Was what old bleeding hearts made my soul learn.
Your festering wounds I helped in cleaning;
Though not yet healed, I helped them start to;
All I asked was the share from your feeling,
Which now has changed the better part of you.
Now you have learned to smile without me near;
I taught you well; I brought you to your feet;
Now you shed me like you did your last tear;
Now there’s no reason for our souls to meet.
My heart bleeds for my soul learns to see:
Your gift was bringing my own tears to me.

Round and Round and Round and Round and Round and Round

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Trapped –
Like a mouse in a cage –
Awaiting execution –
Rampant with frenzy and rage –
Distilling cognition –
Terrifying emotion –
All for that sordid piece of cheese –
That hasn’t filled the gut –
A part of me lies in the fork of the trap –
Where my neck should have been –
The tearing caused pain I’ve forgotten –
Surrendered to being …

Trapped –
Running round and round and round –
In this sharp mesh of steel –
Unheard cries in the dark –
The executioner shall call –
In the morning –
Death shall fall –
In the way it pleases –
But life is such –
That it still hangs strong –
Making me run with mangled body –
Round and round and round and round and round and round …

Trapped –
In the dark –
In this cage –
With hopes of escape –
To bleed to death –
In a hole –
A few feet away …

7:00 am
7th Sept