Well...You Wanted My Advice! Poem by Viola Grey

Once again, he slices the open wound
allowing entry to your heart
never enabling that same scab
to metamorphose into a scar.
Once again, with a bleeding soul,
I listen to your tears
numbing my opinions voice
so all I do is hear.
How can someone so alive
allow themselves to die
inside the grip of masochistic
ideals uncovered so pessemistic.
I really do love you
and burried, shallow, is my heart
but this clever mind shatters
at how silly you are.
Once again, I implore you
to hear that voice within.
Heal that wound upon your heart
never again allowing him in.

2/6/08