Disappear

16 May 2000

When teenaged dreams ruled hearts
and thoughts of dances reigned supreme
I was struggling with daemons of sex
wrought by brotherly love.
Your words embraced the anguished poet
riddling the world with mysterious agony
and you called me genius.
Now, you call me nothing.
So recently I gave you my truths
wrapped in no eloquent verse
they seem to have felled your heart
so that you can no longer feel me;
the same painéd woman
you always before held in high esteem
now you hold not at all.
Perhaps I over analyze this silence
that never before was between us,
for you do say that my emotive leanings
are much too young for my agéd years.
I feel
you have turned traitor to the heart
you are entrenched in religion that scorns humanity
unclean, this life, you turn away
you lie
The anguished soul that before poured poetry
now seems to vomit unclean words
that you would rather not see
so I disappear.


© 2000, Tara Tambolleo