The Poetry of Geri Rizzo
VICTIM
That first night I laid eyes on you
My heart was sold to you..
I had to prove with a doubt to you
My love was true.
I dropped all of my other "loves"
Asked you to move in
We lived together seven months,
Two lovers living in sin.
I never really will forget
The first time when I cried,
That you could strike the one you love
I couldn't justify.
Still, love is greater than reason
We married one hot day in July.
Our love was hotter than the season
Your temper seasoned without reason.
God blessed us with a beautiful son,
My prayers were answered fully,
His health was poor, not anyone's fault,
Still this made you unruly.
We started to have cold spells
My enthusiasm waned
For yours, which I could never rouse|
Was anchored down in pain.
I tried to tap that inner pain,
I became your existing, sour drain,
The sun was out, the clouds rolled in,
Our life was filled with rain.
You said, "Although I love you dearly,
I guess love's not enough,"
I couldn't help but sadly muse,
"What great soap opera stuff!"
Sometimes the pain gets just too great
To strike another chord,
The tune is passe, does not ring true,
Is repetitious, Old.
I know I'm bleeding deep inside,
Your wounds must be there too,
For every time you've caused me pain
A piece of Hell you've wooed.
Until now, we sit here stalemated,
Too paralyzed to move,
Afraid to say, for they will hurt,
The necessary words.
I see your son, I see your face,
His life will have a better pace.
For you, I wish this could be so,
But not with me -- I don't think so.
I only pray that somewhere, some day
You'll find your happy star.
My love will follow you always
No matter where you are.
G. Rizzo