Tuesday, August 20, 2013
Two weeks...
exactly it has been
when shit hit the fan
like a scene out of
a drama serial unfolding
the universe conspired
to hit me I thought
except it was
helping me
like a fugitive
I was running
and a-running
house of cards
a-crumbling
I thought
my life was coming
to an end
the crazy, angry
smses, emails, messages
wouldn't leave
me alone
your deadline
driving me
like a lunatic
I actually
lost the plot
with you
for you
I was busted
my credibility
as loose as
a gambler's
for someone
who wouldn't
spare twenty
at the tables
I got the email
from my beloved father
and disowned
for a good two hours
the lawyers to
close in on me
and then there
was your constant
emotional blackmailing
crying and guilt trip
push and pull
you dangled my
frail frail nerves
my heart constricted
and expanded
every two seconds
like the old days
I wanted to
run away
run far far away
and shut all of
you out
especially you
you who got me
into this
fucked up mess
and wore me down
don't you
fuck me up
I begged
I threatened
I swear
I would
kill myself
while I closed
myself in
that office
that sad morning
then just as
I wonder how
my fate
would end
on this
turbulent night
with the
weight
of the world
on my shoulders
so guess who
emerged
in the dark
that all familiar
bright red Golf
with the "88" plate
at my doorstep
oh, good old
trusty DL
stood waiting
destined
to save
my day
my life...
