Fallen From Good Grace.
Steven Beesley (c) 10/8/2008
Yesterdays and yesteryear's good
grace has long been gone
far from your mind and away
from your heart.
Trample on a thin line that now
remains and stomping on what
is left of ties and bonds that were
once close, tight and dear.
Closed is your mindset to any
attempts for repairs to any relationship
that once was, like weak mortar
crumbling before your very eyes.
A bitter and sour taste remains
as the grapes have not turned to
sweet wine. You curse each
day as a new dawn breaks.
Your lips are tainted with scorn
which you eagerly embrace like
a new found friend, forgetting
those that you now leave behind.
Your spirit seems so possessed to
rid yourself of your very past,
leaving no signs of those you put
in your trust, but all trust is now lost.
Lost to an ego that has no time,
no time for anyone except those
that serve your purpose now and for
for a short time they will serve you best.
But soon you will betray your self
with your own selfish scheming ways,
betrayal seen so clear that integrity
will not find a home to rest.
You will reap the harvest of your
own doing and pay so heavily that
price will be your very own timely
and truly welcome demise.