Poems: Loss

The Loss (do you think Bruce might like this ballad?)

Caught on a memory

Like a fox in a snare

Only one way to get clear

Gnawing my own foot off

Lame for life impaired

Leaving little to stand on

Hobbling along

Running away like a crippled fox

Blood stains on fresh meadow grass

If I had been a better man

I wouldn’t be here

Can’t go back there

Caught on a memory

She hungering for reality

Me the fantasy

Caught on a memory

Hanging in a tree

Cannot shake the slipknot loose

Cursed by mine own damnable truth

If I had been a better man

Could have been the better man

I wouldn’t be here

Can’t go back there

Caught on a memory

She hungering for reality

Me the fantasy

Her warmth and shining eyes

Sublime were those times

More than I ever had known

Eyes still staring in my mind asking why

Despite how I justify

Leaving her behind

I was so blind

Just as message left on her phone

Just a message left on her phone

Caught on a memory

Like an eel in a weir

Cannot escape the destiny

Of all her undeserved tears

Caught on a memory

The hurt I caused will never disappear

If I had been a better man

Could have been the better man

I wouldn’t be here

Can’t go back there

Caught on a memory

She hungering for reality

Me the fantasy

Caught on a memory

Like a fox in a snare

Only one way to get clear

Gnawing my own foot off

Lame for life impaired

Leaving little to stand on

Hobbling away like a crippled fox

Blood stains on fresh meadow grass