A Representation of a Representation

By: RDV


You dare cut me open
When you’re not prepared to see what’s inside?
You turn your back to my demise,
Shielding your ears
From my delightful howl and
The publication of your rancid cowardice.
How come you were ever there one second
When, the next one, you toppled
The precipice of my logic
And overshadowed the summit
Of my devotion?
Over me, you leered like
A god in exile,
Always knowing which
Soft place of mine to pick.
Over you, I’m trying to get,
Like a quarry I lost track of
And soon forgot.
Between you and me,
Soon will be
A great gap to span,
Lengthening earthward to blindness,
To my buried recollection.