Threnody

Tired and shy of my arcane ways
A gruelling stretch of imagination
Will unearth next to nothing
Feign rapture as I capture
The second you saw inside
Pen and then memorialise
A threnody to my acrimony

Cognitive gaps tranquilize
Never in truth trust yourself
When recalling what’s inside me
Keys are misplaced for a reason
I think its best not to analyze
Pen and then memorialise
A threnody to my empathy

Oh but if you knew
Me I would not
Be in your
Thoughts of
Misery
I can feel you dilate
My muted features pain your gaze
I can hear you salivate
But give up! Give up!
Can’t fit my awkward shoes
Pen and then memorialise
A threnody of ingratitude

Tread oh so carefully
Not to fall right through
My external DaVincian symphony
A sweet and sickly stench inside
A crassly mixed up guise
Pen and then memorialise
A threnody to what’s dead in me

Oh and now you’ve seen
Me I will always
Be in your
Thoughts of
Misery

© Owen Emmerson & Michael Whitehead (2012)

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