~ Target ~
As if colliding in a causeway of disbelief
Today, betrayal showed her ugly face
In the daylight of myself alone and falling
I am forced to examine your undeserved grace;
Panic had nearly forced my hand, yesterday
On the who, what, when and where stage
Your life ROLES are real mood shakers
Bringing forth in me, a silent rage;
You are turning out to be my winter of undoing
In a world where my faith had again to begin to grow
Chilled to the marrow of my bone by icicle. slicing
Closing my VOICE as your night wind begins to blow;
You are not my cup of coffee
She is not my freckled-orange haired amazon friend
The two of you truly deserve one another
I will not be your means to an ends;
By, Theodora Onken
December 3,2012
poem by Theodora Onken
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