Abandoned

In the black-eyed fever
Of the jagged night,
Spurned by the moon,
Stabbed by the light,

Too twisted to think,
Too ragged to sleep,
I lie broken in half
Unable to mend myself;

In the dead vacuum,
I feel much betrayed,
I feel quite frail,
I make vain excuses,

I rail against life,
But all to no avail;
In the razor dark,

Flopping in anguish
On my stinking bed,
Only one small fact
Sits Crystal clear:

In my moment of fear,
In my moment of pain,
When I needed it most,

Hope let me down
Just like a soft slimy slug,
It slithered out of my sight.

Copyrights:JoyceWilbanksIvy©10-19-05