The Con Man

Throbbing is the era of peace and hunger boiled into one being

You are the completeness of fatigue and hard work built over my back

A childlike wonder fills my gaze because there is nothing left to be

Words become stutters that grip the sides of my throat

Much like a rock wall that strained and moved, my uvula a stalactite

Tightly holding onto the ceiling, era of self-serving hope that I will survive

You created a wall for me to climb, but it was smooth and steep

The foot ledges were made to make me slip and fall to my doom

Instead, I sat and watched your wall like a guardian, a slave to protection

The only hope I would receive is the pebbles from the top falling

I lapped them up greedily from sneered lips and gently eating

For this did not happen often and if I took advantage it would disappear

The wall never crumbled, climbing it was no use, my fear grew larger

My fear became my best friend, I laid into it--gave up all I had

My best friend was a con man with shivers down the back

I gave up my life into fear. I was very much in debt, he needed more

"What more can I give?" I cried ardently, my tears were worth nothing

"Your love, and you will be free" he whispered cunningly

I gave him my love, I wasn't able to love you, I walked away from your wall

Fear let me abandon you, I am sorry that you are so lonely

I am sorry that you could never love me, I will never love you again

Try to understand that even now the con man cooes cunning words

As I love another whose wall is built but there is a door

And sometimes I may open it to find a fragile person

But the con man visits with me and sees that I am ready to give

I will be smarter but the con man sometimes delivers what he promises

And sometimes the bargains become much too good

So I am sorry my lover, if fear gets the best of me

It is often that I run away from the idea of love so do not be surprised

Be patient and the fear will subside, and love will prevail