Anger pursues, seeking to overcome tender mercies of love so valued.
Retreating, caring not for loss; endurance, secluded in feigned fawns afraid of reflection.
Vulnerable, bare, awaiting the bite. An ending of loneliness, the loss of flight.
Remembrance of a kind time, unabashed by hate.
Tempered spirit, once wild now broken, now medium, now mild.
Unbelieving in fate; Accusations of this, that, and the other.
All striking a true balance of blame, opposites attract, as early is to late.
Ohh what mighty big teeth you have...
All the better to chew the bait.
For you were my last hope, a little to slow, and a moment to late.


© TF Gabbitas