Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Icy Pride

I couldn't bear things getting out of hand.
You'd no idea what I had known too well.
No. Not protective you stripped of command.
This was my life; you were no ward of hell.

And so I did, without any finesse,
What any other honest woman would no doubt:
Lied like a dog, scorned you senseless,
And tied you to the last safe lifeboat out.

I felt I'd clearly picked the lesser wrong.
Why should my heartache scramble up your head?
My feelings on this point were rather strong:
You share this mess? I'd rather have been dead!

Don't think I didn't miss you. How I died
When I ignored you with smooth icy pride!

Copyright 1995 Anissa Nedzel Gage

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