I can’t take back the words
As they float through the air
Whispers that she overheard
Is what left me in this snare
Taking away my will
Anger wrapped my tongue tight
And made my legs stand still
No running this black night
A cup of cold water
Thrown in my Red face
I’m the lamb up for slaughter
My lament that I embrace
© 2013 Michael Yost 04/17
Michael's Lair 