Not my idea of fun

To light a fuse and run

From the flame

Playing catch with blame –

Tossing it between us like a hot potato

Ripped from the Earth

Where I left hasty skidded footprints

As I chased sorrow

Ending the trail where I squatted to give birth

To a lonely tomorrow

Grown since I met you from a blind embryo

Bloodying the earth and dirt

With the afterbirth of hurt.

 

When my waters broke

And poured from my eyes.

They somehow spoke

And ruined my disguise

And the winds of change performed a dance macabre

Through holes bored by lies

Deep in my heart.