I Had This

[Tucker08087]

I watched as your intentions
Crept across your face
And made you smile

The monster-your invention
Hasn’t shown up at this place
In quite a while

I prayed that you would go
But you fixed yourself a drink
In a heartbeat I would know
That you’d bring me to the brink
Of madness
Thought I had this
But no

I felt your medication
Slip on through my veins
And make me weak

A toxic combination
Circles round my brains
Til I can’t speak

I hoped that you’d walk out
You weren’t going anywhere
There was very little doubt
I should have been aware
Of your madness
Thought I had this
But no

I thought your fascination
Mirrored an old nightmare
I was mistaken

A compromising situation
The evil was still there
When I awakened

I prayed that you would go
But I could no longer think
The blood would overflow
As you pushed me to the brink
Of madness
Really thought I had this
But no

[Walleye]

1. March First

Sometimes she can’t help but wonder
What it’s like in the land of the sane,
Where storms are just lightning and thunder
And sunshine breaks through the black pain
Now with no one to take her surrender,
She pulls the plastic up over her head,
Tomorrow’s small headline will render,
Forty-eight year-old homeless woman found dead.

[Tucker08087]

2. So sad and poignant

The words “small headline” are so painful because they speak the truth.
So well done!

[Tucker08087]

3. Would you mind...

If I shared this with my poetry circle? It just speaks to me. It’s simplicity and complexity collide and I can’t let it go.

[Walleye]

4. Not at all. I would love somebody to hear it. I saw the headline connected it with the woman

I had been seeing on the corner, and the poem just fell into place it’s been in my head ever since, pretty much. Use it however you want, please do

[Tucker08087]

5. I think we are alike in that way!

I think, if I can write it down and do it justice, and just get it on paper, maybe it won’t haunt my soul, but it doesn’t happen, does it?
The last few years, I’ve been doing lyrics besides poetry, and that process of working with others eases some of that screaming into the sky, so to speak, but a sensitive soul is always just that, I guess. I loved your poem. ❤️

[Walleye]

6. Thank you so much.