"I gathered nothing," you declare,
Yet gathered my trust, beyond compare.
I voice my thoughts, I hear my cry,
I speak my truth, I hear my plea,
You, a Joker mocking, no laughs from me.
You play the bull, a heavy-iron yoke you bear,
Self-led to slaughter, lost in despair.
Like Jacob's daughter, nowhere to hide,
You're a stubborn ox, chained by pride,
You marched yourself straight to the knife,
Then begged for dope, yet scorned rehab's life.
While I, like Rahab,
desperate,
alone,
Pleaded for hope, a fragile stone.
You aimed for lust, a perfect shot,
I grasped for wisdom, but you tied it in a knot.
My charm met walls, your shame took flight,
Leaving just echoes of a broken game,
It is me speaking, and
It is I listening.
