Do Not Reach Out.
Sever the begging hand
pitifully reaching out
with a pining heart,
to one who knows nothing of its value.
Walk away from the poisoned well,
walk away still parched with thirst.
Turn away from the spoiled, rancid feast,
turn away still plagued with hunger pangs gnawing your insides raw.
Let loneliness be the stake impaled through your bleeding heart.
Turn your feet away
from the path of that fatal beloved,
who would steal the joy from your smile,
who would put out the spark in your eyes.
That beloved
you would embrace death for,
that beloved who has no care,
whether you live or you die.
Turn away.
Swallow the pain.
Do not reach out.
