A Swallow Who Won't Wallow
Am a swallow who’s fled from this world;
to reside in a personal inferno!
I fell into the hands of a virtual nomad;
who got lost between what was unsaid & untrue.
Like a greenhorn I followed him & ventured;
into making a promise that I can’t undo!
Until finally I found myself crushed;
in a ravine by the ailing tide of an echo -
of a heart’s feelings that weren’t returned!
With no hope, trust, or creed;
I woke up to find a residue –
of what used to be me and
a billow of what I heed!
Time rolls my dears with such great speed.
Before I could realize it,
I had nothing more to ensue;
not me, not my life, but now definitely the need –
to fight & stand up for what
I want to see push through.
Choosing him was a fatal wrong indeed;
but am sure he’s the kind of med.
I won’t spew.
So am thanking him for giving me
The wake up call I need!
And though my eyes might not be mellow;
nor my voice that of a reed;
am not easy to subdue;
nor am I packed with pride!
Hope we meet again in the years to follow;
to see the challenge he’s left me to concede;
cause am a Swallow
who will always be
far from what’s Wallow!