Second Day Drunk

Second Day Drunk
“…as the final remainder of my innocence
was rendered unto you, where I have no doubts
it will be safely kept,"

Such words became colluded
All actions too
Controlled to be my own
If only I had known,
How could I have known?

From pure and tender embrace
To shying away of face
As you pass
Have endless hours of staring
And inner-soul bearing
Become cool cowardice of eyes?
Are mine reflecting lies?
A troubled love long since buried
For I have smiled as you have carried
Another man’s son.

No longer are you my burden
No longer my hate
No longer a falsehood of
Forgiving for elusive fate.
No longer my reason,
Forbearance of treason,
Or even notable as a stranger...
For even they might arouse anger.

And even stranger,
Is the weight in my feet
Delight in this treat,
To have anxieties and hatred buried
To have the evils and misgivings parried
For I have smiled as you have carried
Another man’s son.

You
are
a
whore.