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Cassandra's Regret

Regret wrings from your hands
As you chase an idle wind
Stripped backed toward almost anything
Indifference soaks your translucent skin
Wondering what God has given you
In all his wise compassion
Other than granting a propensity
To the latest season’s fashions
Spilling more than martinis
On all your past procedures
Anticipating your reflection
On top those nameless lechers
Easy to hold on to yourself
During times of least venerability
Close your eyes and shut the light
Just imagine the possibilities
Hear the past it’s churning faster
Time that perfect storm
You’re beckoning no longer matters
As glistening street now claims your form
Prepaid phones no longer ring,
While the cost of living does not care
The landlord greets you with ultimatums
Penniless, you hand him glares
Caught between a box and salvation
You wonder which will claim you first
The irony of your true aspirations
Now play your part, but in reverse

Cassandra, you chanced life
Your, “always tomorrow’s”, are already here
The conscience you ignored
Now you’re only escort as you silently disappear

poem by Pablo Cruise
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