Call Me Poem by Gordon D Wilkinson

Call Me



They will play it at my requiem while I lurk
Hiding with Orpheus in the underworld
A place of regretful stolen dreams
Shut off from the light
Glass the heart that has shattered
Each shard a questionable act
Jealousy bordered with shame
This the dark side of the soul
Forever, encased in fear and loathing
Symbolic of the past
Not only a thief of another’s mistress
Even purloining the very last ounce of sanity
Driving the stake deep
Executing with relish dreams so fondly cherished
I am who, and what I am
Call me greed

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