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Ceres of Dionysus

Innocent like a dream made of white Indian silk
Smiles of yours batched in boxes saying "Nick"
You turned into a puppet of your life show of freak
                               You had to obey
                                your step father and pray

Your search of luck led you to a young boy
and made the hunger a reaper in your beggaring convoy
An inglorious ending of a glorified love toy
                         And you were left with a son
                         single, spontaneous, teenage mom

You cross the church's  doorstep and hallway again
Taking vows of devotion and service to eternal pain
Two victims of the ridiculous idea of human fate
                            Your daughter!  Holy fury!
                            The case for blinded jury

Your mother sold your pieces without hesitation
"He's rich and when he dies you may get his pension"
So you married his car and his institutionalization
                             Then they wailed
                             your life had failed

Loneliness always chooses for us the wrong selection
For you, an unmanly man that sucked your respiration
A compromised, dry, mirthless obligation
                            How long could you withstand
                            The predictions ware sad

Coping with reality was a multilayer abuse
You used to shatter it in your glass of Greek colorless booze
Being the slave of yourself and trying hard to lose
                        Ceres of Dionysus
                         address your issues

Same o' same o', sick and in daze
You changed the wedding photos, kept the wooden case
Lights at your temple and the obituary of your grace
                        Drink up, my treat
                        Death, today we meet

I didn't cared till I saw your brown, carved casket
I looked for all your writings, I should had done it faster
The burglars of your words had turned them into an incense
                     Misfit mother of my throne
                           I salute you, dear
                                 So long!

                            








                    
Written by personanongrata (Astral Gift)
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