Focused Fury

You held my love, fondled my heart

You extolled that you cared for me

This text that was not meant for me

Indicates those days that you played me

My soul is now in a focused fury

That I could do life without parole

Due to your blood on my hands

The rampage would be loud

The damage would compound

I would be separated

from those who are true

Not one member of my family or friends to my bitter end, ever needs to trek to see me or refill my commissary

So I wipe these tears away briskly

Knowing that you prefer,

high mileage W-A-P instead of the upscaled tailored beautiful me

Is an early blessing before Thanksgiving

Carol Durant