Weak

Resistant laugh, Scope of my pride, Honorable integrity With a twist of wisdom and wit, Is it hard to notice The night turning over To the peer of the morning sun While the frozen ground is cracked From a winter's chill Like the chapped lips of a cigarette aficionado. You beseech me And I abide by your appeal Like a doctor with a weak anesthetic, Yet you stand outside, watching the sun rise With a roll tucked between your pouting lips Like a man under the pin of a shark's jaw As the teeth clench and he uses his last breaths To try to kill it before it kills him. I can only say a prayer for you As I've done so many times before, Wishing for your comfort and happiness Like a repetitive drone with a repetitive desire, But it makes no difference to the eyes and ears of this world. God will chop away at you Like a surgeon running late for a dinner party, And you will deteriorate Like the awe inspiring pages of a classic novel's First print. I will spare the expense And carefully turn each page, Reading each chapter under strict scrutiny As a devout fan and honest critic, Loving, appreciating and admiring every word Until the day the binding Loses its touch And falls apart.