A Drunken Rage Of Jaded Reason Poem by Christine K. Trease

This stranger sat before me now,
I know not where we met
He clenched his fists and turned his head
His face had gone beet red

He heard not my words
Nor explanation
Nor the true intent,
Just resignation

His words ran through me like a knife
And rang my ears with painful strife

Just be gone, for we are done
I won’t love you no matter the season,
He said with angry words and heart
Through a drunken rage of jaded reason

I spoke; my words fell on deaf ear
For in his mind all things were done
It was the end, like the sinking day
Mind closed like the setting sun

He heard not my words
Nor explanation
Nor the true intent
Just resignation

His words tore my heart with painful hand
With the cruelest intent, I was banned

Just be gone, for we are done
I won’t love you no matter the season
He bellowed with angry words and heart
Through a drunken rage of heart-hardened reason

I spoke again and winced in fear
I had to make this stranger hear
He had taken what I said as wrong
And decided that I don’t belong

Again he heard not a word
Nor the honest explanation
Nor the true intent of what was said
He heard only resignation

Alas I turned and walked away
Like the sinking sun at the end of the day
And all that I was trying to say,
Was we cannot go on this way

He heard not my words
Nor explanation
I left, given into
The resignation