Farewell To My Veiled Lovers Poem by Paul O'Brien

Farewell to my veiled lovers
Genuinely I’ve held with care
Though your warm bodies lax the soul
This comfort I must harshly tear

For once in miasmic passion
The grip, my love, too strong to bear
Those five deities I held high
Breathe that poison, life then in flare

Let’s then give credit to the horsemen that pained me
Come you all; gather near the fire, though it may sear thee
My confession shall be honest, devoid of all glee
Because my weakness, please offer sympathy
Overheated spirit, release anxiety

To that hairy ape who denied
My every say, my every find
Within his numb and sorry mind
From fear, losing all that he lied

To my sentimental woman
Who’s brought me pain oh so common
Though passion streamed from the fountain
From hands of angst, I’m still sullen

To that lady superior
Her mind’s solid interior
Blocking I, an inferior
Just friends… I’m but a courier

My girl who I’ve already locked
Into my arms, though no heart rocked
For my friendships you’ve quickly knocked
Where you are, my head is not cocked

Lastly… Lastly the man I’ve held as God
Your feet on my heart finally you trod
In metal skin, a concrete body nod
Hands shoved… what right have you to leave me odd?

I am disoriented that this bond has been chopped
From my soul; but, dear God, why why why
Am I at the same time accepted but separated
I don’t understand this pain
I can’t comprehend any of you
These are my last true words
To any of you, horsemen of the apocalypse
Leave me, leave me
From this end, a sharp pain is jabbed, but…
Better than this sharp hook that pulls at my nerves
Undying, relentless
And traumatic
This is my last real sentiment
For none of you may understand the difference
But soon will, at this end, even if you do not care
Even if you do not bother with a broken,
Weakened man like I