Poem # 15

Ego

first of all
when it all boils down to this
don't hide your troubled eyes
and say it's embarrassingly small
Our visions collided
I took a chance out of disgrace
instantly your head occupied
the silence made me sick
Promise sounded like a paradox
of course I fell for it nevertheless
patient hesitation
before a kiss
blinded addiction
smell of death
pleasure in obsession
eternal chaos in abyss
scarce knew love's slave
though all the audience has left
I have stayed to witness it all
yet my opponent
when I finally confronted
and played him one last song
is still drenched in hate and frowns

Ella Evans© 2008