Lexicon

Lexicon

 
Ah lady, what have you done to me?
 
You’ve caused me to shrink and taste my age
And bleed my heart upon a page
Words drip, drip until anon,
And form a lexicon
 
A reference for lovers, they may call upon
Giving voice to a heart struck mute by emptiness
Finding a void where love belonged
Approaching tomorrow’s cold caress
 
Fear, pain, hurt, black, heart, cry, moan
There are a hundred ways to say over and done
Despair, regret, low, dark, alone
To say “not so”, there is but one
 
bled on the page for them to see
words scrawled with a trembling pen
by a broken poet hopelessly
“beware, beware, your love may end”
 
find the words you seek in your crackled brain
splay them across your void like falling stars
then close this book and live again
and never regret your life, or scars

rise up trudge away
Lest you become

A shadow hunched over a midnight desk
with teeth that clench and eyes that sink
trying to paste dead leaves on a rose with ink
 
defining in flesh, the misanthrope
and “memory” as but another form of  “hope”.