Monday

It’s Monday and the lines are crossed.
The feelings that flow
Become sudden hate.
My mind, my breath, they both are short
Through gates of agitated chaos

The rain, the fear, the mellow tenderness
Have gone and desponded
And fell
Through the heavens…

And eve’s shallow winter gone…
Hath fate of youthful longing.
Tis utter despair to feel the wrath of my heart
Shuddering through its smoky forlorn.

Take me, blame me, rape me.

Mine is for you to disgrace.

I’ve earned my solitude in spite of my pain
My wound has earned me grace.

Embrace…

My cold flesh, my sunken heart, I must depart.


Copyright © 2007 Katy M. Savage