YOU LEFT ME ALONE a new poem by Michael James Fry

YOU LEFT ME ALONE by Michael James Fry: YOU LEFT ME ALONE by Michael James Fry: YOU LEFT ME ALONE   Michael James Fry           Part I: Exposition   You left me alone to figure it all out,...

YOU LEFT ME ALONE by Michael James Fry

YOU LEFT ME ALONE

 

Michael James Fry

 

 

 

 

 

Part I: Exposition

 

You left me alone to figure it all out,

you chilled me to the bone with reason to shout.

With what you’ve shown you’ve lost your clout:

for without a doubt you’ve tossed me about

and left me alone to figure it all out.

 

You moseyed on down your rosy road, my friend,

all while your lack of compassion

had shown me The Bitter End,

smacking me hatefully with an unkind fate,

and causing a compression of depression

in an implausible state of underrated regression.

 

 

This was a messy stand:

a sloppy season of downright deception -

a hell-bent time of common reason reproval,
complete with your mark of stark disapproval.

 

 

O how you howl! O how you lie and make a fuss!

O how you bark your broken kiss

    of disapproval at me!

O how you park your faith against my propriety!

 

The dark and weary message of token rehearsal
that you send to me is a fearless fork
in the crossroads of your dreary dismissal,
my peerless disparity.

 

 

Take heed to remember that our history is not fiction!

 

 

For indeed ~

You’ll find our story is filled with friction!

You needlessly drill me with your greedy contradiction.

 

 

Yet trapped that I am,

nothing can lessen the lessons

that I learned with you;

and nothing can cheapen the weeping

that I keep for you.

 

 

It is from within the silence of the spaces

which brew the passing time between us

that I fend off my pressing sorrows

in you that are the most heavily endured;

for this is when the many Ghosts of Loneliness

take impure sciences from places in today

only to replace them as tomorrow’s Supreme Host,

as the most conjured.

 

And then after a certain point has passed,

a cautious scar sinks into each road unevenly.

But the stars in the sky overhead

blink a code so heavenly

that now I think it can be evenly said

that I might wash away the years of fears and might

in my token bowl of broken tears and fright;

and then stash my newly risen soul to God, entirely.

  

Therefore: why must you fake me so wholeheartedly?

 

Because I have seen!

 

I know there are those who circle all around;

those who are grounded, well-rounded,

those who are founded in a sound mind,

something refined, something kind,

something fair, something rare . . .

 

 

These sorts of people are hard to define

yet they are well-liked.

 

 

 

Some are striking and well-known.

Some have flown all over the world

to stand upon a stool of new tunes,

to swim in a pool of fresh blood,

to toss and swirl in good fortune

while lost unfurling in the power

of their own flood of psycho-torment,

all that they might seek to rule by far

the moment of the hour
wherever they are.

 

 . . . . But in the midst of all that . . .

 

I saw in you

why the sun calls upon the earth

to give birth to each new day.

 

You are the garden

 in which I had wanted to flow

because our music made pardon

that our souls might grow
in a beautiful, new way.

 

 
 

 

Part II: Betrayal

 

 

 

Yea, though: what does all that matter now?

 

For you left me alone,

you left me behind so carefully -

like those who circle around so skillfully,

like those who see through unclear eyes so "fairly,"

like those who think just barely,

like those who sink as an insane person dares to do.

Spare me the inane hijinks of the games you beget!

Fan not the flames of the stinking levels accrued:

The Devil for hire in the dire mire
of the fires set by you!

 

 

Cursed I am for the sin in my every heartbeat!

Yet immersed I remain in your rhythm ever so sweet!

Must it be that we shall never meet again?

Why did you leave while calling me your friend?

 

So meek and gentle from genesis to end,

tell me my nemesis: what happened?

 

 

 

 

Part III: Aftermath

 

I wait and wonder about what comes next

Seeking my healing without our flame

Trying with might to win this foul game

I die tonight lest I shame my own name -

Let my Truth then be known unto you:

Lo and behold! You put me asunder!

Lots of blundering bait to distract: bad

Over the hills and far away hexed: sad

Vanity is sanity insanely perplexed: mad

Every moment in tact is filled yet the same

Your precious face, your lovely name

Oh why did you race to rake me into a hole begotten?

Under your shadow, a broken soul forgotten.