Collage
By Peter Scott
The game’s the same
A game of hurt
Once for love
Now for proof
Proof of one’s fallen need
Acting less than right
Time turns out of hand
Taunting
Twisting
Reasoning amongst spite
Pain for anguish
Abuse to appoint
How wrong I was
Letting you touch me
Burning and crushing the soul
Yet it comes down to this:
All my mistake
The view was obstructed
I thought you were someone else
Damning will not do
Blaming a child
His deeds
Not hers
One can never hope for reciprocation
Longing do I teeter
On my spirit’s birth
Holy reunification
Sad
And in a mess
A time past self destructive
Implosion
Not explosion
The pieces fall
Crumbling together
Making whole
Everything so perfect
While misaligned
Pervading actions
Blessing me to cry
Walking down my path
Out of observation
Toppling on the last try.
