Contract

 

Why do I drag myself through hell?

When I know that all I get in reply,

is farewell,

a swift goodbye, and a muttered sigh

saying no chance, not on your life

It's not like I enjoy pain

but it seems to follow me around like a shadow

again, and again

Did I feed it or pet it once?

maybe in a blackout stormy rain

when I was young and drunk 

 

It’s like opening a bow wrapped gift

expecting a kiss

only to receive a kick,

sharp and swift

but I keep asking for more

do I enjoy this onslaught?

this constant civil war

between my brain and my heart

trying desperately to tear me apart

 

Why do I keep returning?

like a boomerang churning

the air,

it barely seems fair

when I just get sent packing

in a box, my limbs snapping

stamped and addressed,

with a note attached

reading straight to hell

cocooned within a bubble wrap shell

 

Did I miss the boardroom meeting?

was my email deleted,

the one with all the details

my contract,

states, we will be in contact

with the papers stacked,

now get to work and don’t slack

for the heart you keep on constant attack

is ready and waiting

to be repaired

if only you can find a heart

that pairs

 

 

Thanks For Reading,

Peace & Love.

Kyle.