Rejection

The dusts have my faith in you sagged, Simply on fake comradeship dragged; Everything now A Big Fool’s Risk, Smiling back A Big Asterisk… Chats which last week smoothed my brow Now what I fear could yield a row With the effortless speed of Ease Or A Morning Wind’s generous breeze: A host about which I would boast, Your released glass of water toast, Now someone to The Worst wish And make sure I ate not his dish… Try I do to reject a friend, When sure I am it is the end; The Dusts have barred a thousand things, The Marred away flown with wrecked wings. Not sure in what light I’m taken, Benefit of doubt much shaken, No waiting for Mending Angel It might be a waiting for jail.