This poem is unique in that most of my poetry is written about an idea, not about a specific situation.

Seething black hatred...
Only words but they burn all the same
And the echo of their sound haunts
Just like last time.
And who was surprised
When I fell again? Not me.
And neither were you,
And I know because you laughed.
Don't tell me you're fine-
Everybody knows you're not
With the possible exception of you.
No surprise there either.
So now I'm laughing
Because now you're the one on the ground
And you don't know why
Even though you should.
And the wind could be fire
But you'd never notice
Because you're still sure
That you and I are inside.

So figure it out, darling.
Get a clue, gem.
It was over the second the clock ticked ten
And the moon overhead called your name but not mine.
Happiness is the lock, not the key,
And you are a burden, not a help.
I'd never deny you're beautiful,
But then so is a sunset and I never talk to sunsets.

I admit at first there was a tear
But it dried with the fire-wind
And burnt up who I was with a hate
That you brought to me in gift wrap.
And I would be mad and horrified
Except that you just left my gift at home
And some stranger made you think
That hatred was a rose in film.
You'll find that time is a fickle thing
That loves some and hates others.
It hates me and loves you. So what.
I'll have my time. Some day. Somehow.

Dan

thats really beautiful dan

Thanks Krys:) btw, I haven't seen any posts by you recently... hope to see more.

Dan