Like ocean tides create a whirlpool
And flies to wounds, I followed you…
Loyalty to you, was my schedule
Back pats I got sticking to rules,
Other lit bulbs a million joules
So attractive yet I never drool…
For years I stood as the pity deer,
Caught by their lights, amidst sweat and tears
I love you but I must not adhere
To dark principles because I fear
That keeping my sniff from your cashmere
Will bring me pains, more than I can bear.
You made me feel you were my krypton
And I the superman, shouldn’t yawn
You fed me the hoaxes of the brawn
Till my flesh reached point of rubicon
The bones you gave me were woebegone
You can’t stop me, I will be gone.
e-Paper Poetry of Vinx 