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PROOF

JP. 1948 (United Kingdom)



PROOF

Through the wormhole of chance
You crawl against light
To thoughts and ideas of obdurate stance
Convicted by reason never too right
That a previous squall held you fast in a trance
Now it is clear the cause of the blight
Was not as you felt by the wound of the lance
But the cut left so deep by a sliver of light

So now you feel hurt and can’t let it back in
A thought you once hid in the dark
And you push it away and will not re-sin
Like you did when you left life in park
Not best pleased at all by wanton chagrin
And reality strikes you as stark
But defences were down and you let it begin
Though it started as a bit of a lark

And you did not believe when he told you then
That unhurt neither could walk away
You thought you were smart with great acumen
And that no one would make your heart stay
As you stood hand in hand loves abyss on demand
Not knowing that you could feel this way
You thought you were hard a much tougher strand
Least you did up until that last day

But then when it came and a parting was made
All the tears and the insults replayed
Its true it was tough as you built on that tirade
To make so sure that this had decayed
Yet to be so alone out there on your own
Is not something that comes easily?
So you put in a call see if he cared at all
Though you put it much better than me

As you took it apart this affair with no heart
And you tried to subvert in that way
But just thought of yourself in time spent apart
With no idea of what drove him away
Even now he had stayed in loyalty displayed
And yet still you were intent to accuse
But then so betrayed in an impulse delayed
Was this friend you did not want to loose

So now anger is rife, acrimony and strife
As no limit to damage remits
And you rearrange fact to correct empty life
Least as far as his memory permits
With old wounds to invoke of secrets bespoke
Though no confidence can you ever keep
You hide in a cloak whilst you goad and provoke
And the truth comes to you as you sleep

But now he is gone and will never come back
To join others who shared the same fate
As you say what you like its just fact that you lack
To make truth of the tale you relate
And no one believes him for no dress does he wear
He could not possibly ever speak truth
As you comb your hair to pretend he’s not there
You just pray that he never kept proof

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