What is Wrong With Me?
She'd suck me dry of
every happy thought -
Her skin so white yet core of coal her soul?
I was fair' loose while'st she was strung so taut
Her moods would only lure me far from jole.
Her lawyers were as ghastly gay could be
One evil rome yet one of little pole.
They 'llowed no room maneuvering for me
So well they played Malificent, their role.
Relationships have died and with them, hope
That we could sail the ship of life henceforth.
Together never e'er will see that rope
That holds my carefree compass from the north.
So here I am unbound yet, though, so tied
To try find moonstruck moments but to bide....
St. Thomas USVI
13 December 2006