O Wisdom just,

Fly your arrow straight

That it may strike me

And grant to me your eyes

-

I lay stripped

My flesh torn away

And all my soul laid bare

For any man to see

-

My own eyes, gone,

Betrayers, ripped out

To follow behind her

Blinded to all else

-

Beguiled by her charms

Her words, like daggers

But whispered sweet and low

A smile that drives to distraction

-

She leaves me here

With practiced ease,

Her fancy drawn elsewhere

Fickle and ever changing

-

Left behind

I cry out blindly

But am left with only

Her footsteps and fading laugh

-

O Wisdom just,

Fly your arrow straight

That it may strike me

And grant to me your eyes

-

For it seems that

All the worlds a stage

And I have played the fool

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It’s been a while, ne?

Yeah, I don’t know WHAT this is except that it probably sucks- but what the hell I’ll post it any way . . . please don’t hurt me. Or flame me. This is my first real attempt an non-ryhming poetry so it’s gonna suck, but I don’t need putdowns. But /Please/ feel entirely /free/ to leve me some constructive criticism!! By reviewing of course.