Richard W. Reith


My heart was already despairing, my love,
by dreams which evils entry dashed.
Then you took out your knife,
and took out your whip,
And you slashed, and you lashed,
and you slashed.

We COULD have faced fate together!
And cried and screamed at life,
At the wonderful chance
that circumstance
stole from a husband and wife.

But you’d rather wallow in bile;
fill the air with hurtful words galore.
As I recall, and recall, those words that destroy,
They destroy all you need, and then more.

So you hid yourself far away,
As you worked to destroy all we’d been.
Playing the game and daring the flame,
Making sure that no one can win.