You need your grief to outweigh mine, so you
can feel important; and manage to seal
your life within a wit too feeble to
even question what is actually real.
I refuse to let your thoughts infect mine
and I will never get caught up in your
fool’s need to despise all joys and resign
life to some final tolling of the hour.
Keep your mind to yourself. You have nothing
left to offer my questing heart. Your schemes
may have failed you, but I still feel something
and I won’t have you invading my dreams.
Just when did you learn to get so much fun,
from reaching out to block another’s sun?
Copyright Lynn Maire Sager 2008
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