Poem #10

How do you get pleasure
off the failure of others?
Especially the fruit of your loin.
You say one thing
yet, you do another.
Words mean nothing without action.

No mater the weather
or your different lovers
you cant toss her away like an old coin.
She is confused as though she was walking into a gang
you gave her no support, no sister or brothers
she is alone and she can’t achieve your satisfaction.

There is one thing though you never thought,
that she meet someone, someone like me
who is crazy and full of love.
No longer will she give into your wicked ways
I won’t allow it, she is better off with me by her side.
Together we will rid her of the awful beast.

You pushed her far away but she still sought,
out something or someone who let her be free.
She looked for help from above
and the wait was worth it, actually waiting always pays.
She let me in her heart, deep, deep inside.
And now we sit at the table, with our father awaiting the feast.

No longer will you torment
it is if as though I was heaven sent.
In actuality she is the angel behind a mask
the key figure behind our task.
Good-bye and be no more
you have pestered us like a sore.

We are the ones victorious in this endeavor
the frowning cloud cries no more for your weather