Reflections of the Soul: Poetry

The Last Straw

"The Last Straw"

This is the last time I plan to see you,

For you've made my life sorrowed and bruised.

It never helps me in any way;

I care about the outcome of my days.

For my desolate life's past few years,

I failed in conquering my fears.

Never got better than long before,

'Cause I'm stuck with you to be bored.

We've become even as time passes

While sometimes trying to break glasses.

Desp'rate times call for drastic measures;

Slowly fading are those grand treasures.

You are never even productive;

You're simply sneaky and deceptive.

Behind the scenes, all that you care

Is that you'll slide, and I'll be fair.

Just had enough of your plastic face

That always had that negative trace.

Go away, so my life I can control;

This is the end, the very last straw.

- 2011