Dark Poem ~ Bitter Dust

Eyes opened by dark times.
Too many riddles given.

Words of those came before.
They loved you… they said.

Lasting love; quick cold lust?

Heart’s bitter dust.
Loathing days… one to the next.

Bloodied meat puppet…
Sewn back together?

Warmed against my chest.
Will you go, like all the rest?

I can only be my best…