Strong

Chris Duffy

Strong

That’s how my Daddy taught me how to be
Brought up tough on inner city streets, biting cold and pierced by shards of winter rain.
They infiltrate my mind and leave a scar.
Then Lucifer pretends to be my friend..
Looking back I wonder what went wrong.


Brash
Like symbols in the “ Sally army band!”.
Out of range when Cupid takes a shot,
Repelling all emotion and I jettisoned your love along the way.
Shadow boxing your emotions.
Avoiding at all costs..
Cutting to the chase, no time to care. “Simply have to dash.”

Bold.
Staking claim to chattels and trinkets that I own.
Famous at a gathering and sure to make you smile.
Pedrolino, visits after dark, waits until the party guests have left.
I wandered home.alone
Bitter tears remind me of my life now in the cold.

Joy.
Pursuing it like bubbles in the air.
Bursting when I snatch at them too quickly.
Undeserved imposter, speaking louder than the rest, hoping you might hear my cry
When I cut you to the quick with just a stare.
Assuming that our love was just my play thing.
Presuming that your heart was just my toy.

Wrong
Not the guy to toy with. Nobody’s and everybody’s fool
Living everyday as if it was my last.
Misunderstanding how life has taken its toll nor the way I’ve lived before you came.
Grateful, underhanded, simplified and cold.
Cannot change the tune, will not change the song.
Even when you left, everyone reported, “He was strong.”.

  • Author: Chris Duffy (Offline Offline)
  • Published: April 4th, 2023 21:06
  • Category: Unclassified
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