martedì 25 luglio 2017

Bespotted

Bespotted
You smiled, and it seemed
To light up my desolate
Isolation, dazzling me until
There were spots in my vision.
You offered a hand
To help me up from where
I’d fallen, prone and alone.
I didn’t see the other hand
Reaching around to stab me
Between the shoulder blades.
My punctured lungs collapsed
And I realized the air
We shared was noxious.
You guessed I wouldn’t guess
You could be so cruel…what kind
Of fool do you take me for?
The one too blinded to see
You for who you are truly.
My vision has cleared
Now I spot nowhere
For you in my life.