WINE TO WATER

You sat there, managed to look me in the eye
told me everything I never wanted to hear
I heard the truth (I believe I did cry)
but in sank a deeper, resiliant fear.

Empty pockets are easier to handle
a broken heart with I can cope
don't ignore me I'm a melting candle
you're burning up my last of hope.

Double rejection, spit in my eye
my heart healed over your splinter
next to the last (I believe I did cry)
twice bitten, once scorned and bitter.

Now less one friend I live without
it'd be nice not to ignore you,
that stands without a doubt,
but now I stand lonely - and in lieu.

Rejection now, I seem to have died
if history teaches us a lesson
I failed yet again (I think I cried)
so now I grab my Smith and Wesson.

True it is at all I failed,
but science of death is exact
after my hopes are derailed
you killing me will be a fact.



Original Poem Copyright (c) 1995-1997 Jim Reardon.  All rights reserved.
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