DESPAIR
I'm a bottomless pit
Full of castaway dreams.
I threw them away for that
Maker of schemes,
You.
I'm a piece of raw meat
Glistening in the sun
Swarming with maggots
Watching my own demise.
Would that the Keeper of Dreams
Save them all for me,
'til the world's greatest Cook
Renders me whole once more
Seasoned well with red pepper
So as not to be swallowed whole again
By - The Likes - Of You.
G. Rizzo