Another Funeral, Another Day Poem by James Darwin Smith II

Her heart a conundrum
Sold to the lowest form of intent
Sold to a Trickster running a gauntlet of pain
Inflicting her with false hope
As he traps her into
The guilt that he himself should have, not her


And he lives happily ever after
As she dies every single day
Trying to raise his ego higher
As it has ever been raised before
Sacrifices everything
From her own dreams to her own sanity
All for him,
As she thinks of taking his last name
Till death does them both apart


And now he has her in his clutches
Giving her an endless trip into guilt
As he was the one who was guilty all along


This is another funeral
The lament of a heart
Only beating of dirge
Just before everything
Is buried and stored away
From bad to worst


Here I am
Mourning another victim
Trapped as a redundant statistic
Buried deep down
Inside the grave of love's decay


If only she knew
How valuable her heart was
Then she would have never been here
In the first place


This all could have never happened
If only she caught onto his wicked intentions
And all the twisted mind games
He always seems to want to play


Who could she be?
No idea
But I feel this happening
Somewhere that I cannot recall
But I have seen it
One too many times before


Whose head and heart am I in anyway?
Been here way too many times before


These feelings of something bad
Happening to someone good
They cannot seem to go away


Another funeral, another day