Where the Broken Go

Humble Pie

I see you in the darkness sprawled on the floor,

and I watch from a distance as the shame you pour-

into a gallery of glasses everyone sees through,

because there's something transparent about you-

silky words turned to ashes and dust,

because you are a demon no one can trust-

There's a particle of forgiveness I almost gave,

to the lack of knowledge for literature you enslave-

prancing words with too many periods dot.dot.dot.

leaving your reader's to wonder the plot-

To the table of life, I watched you move,

with a beat you swore was ever so smooth-

pretending to know, pretending to see,

imagining you'd ever get anything past me-

now you sit at that table of life and cry,

tears soaking your last piece of humble pie-

and maybe once upon a long time ago,

I could have cared to choke on a crow-

but liars like you deserve nothing in return,

except a front row seat to your own crash and burn.

~Copyright Amanda Wakefield 2014

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