Dear Captive

Is it my kindness that blinded you from seeing

That I'm more than a service of flesh and bones

Was T too caring to excuse you wrapping the rope around my neck

Isn't this all stupidity and out of line disrespect ?

For what kind of a woman you are to leave me out here in the cold

Is it my fault that you were painted with gold

Or was it me holding the brush ?

Fools desire less than what they could reach

For fearing at the end it's a movie and we all leave

I was convinced that being stabbed was inevitable

Couldn't imagine that it would be you holding the knife cutting out my veins

Because what good is a wound if it doesn't turn into a white scar

My poetry holds you entranced in such an unseen beauty

You forget to realize the facade

Dear captive