Franc Rodriguez


Charade - Poem by Franc Rodriguez

I was too blind to see the tart skene that whetted my heart.
I was a fool to believe that your words of love bore meaning.
There left doleful and glum, as you tore my heart apart.
Henceforth, I was condemned to accept this dreadful feeling.
There whereupon I languished in my sullen lassitude quickly.
Hitherto I sought to then overwhelm my sorrow and grief.
I was forced to continue within the depth of my obscurity.
Forlorn and beguiled, I searched for solace and relief.
You kinked my heart and plaited it through wantonness with ease.
How was I to know you were a jilt, through your clever subterfuge?
You shattered my emotions and cajoled me, and sought to tease.
A thief of hearts, you left me in the end with no true refuge.
Your debauchery in the end shall be your wanton downfall.
You are a deceiver, and through your lechery, you shall lose.
You are a swindler, and your chicanery shall make you come to fall.
Henceforth your charade was to me forsooth, once a great muse.


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Poem Submitted: Friday, April 19, 2013

Poem Edited: Friday, April 19, 2013


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