The choice is yours...

A shepherd’s failure;
A lamb so fragile
But the wolf he grins
As he breaths in
The hurt and anger
And yet you expect
For me to watch?
A devil’s grin
Claws scratching at heart;
Your tears don’t smile
With your lips…
We whisper to you
But he whispers louder
A song that serenades
And woos and rips you
From gentle grasp

Do you feel like a rag doll?
Or do you purposely
Write an ‘F’ on my words
And ride winged snakes
Into the night?
Do you paint a clown
Upon my face?
Or wear earplugs in the day
And dance to his song?
Do you expect me to wear
A blindfold you hold?
Expect me to laugh
And smile with his smile?
Do you expect me to offer him
A hand to slice you?
For it’s your blood or his
And I’ll be damned if it’s yours.

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  1. This may be my favorite of all your work thus far - and that's saying something! Are you on FB?

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    1. Thank you, Keith. I sure am on Facebook; Claire Miller from Preston. Feel free to add me as a friend :)

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