Black Thoughts

Years of lovelessness *
that’s what started this
then slow sinking
into the abyss
the phone didn’t help
window to a modern age
‘friends’ popped up
beautiful pictures
sent to engage
soft kind words
loving declarations
sweet birthday requests
drip drip drip
the twisted plots began
Sense cut in from time to time
Blocking helped
as each nonsense showed it’s hand
But wanted love
always opened another door
shamelessly inviting in
hope beyond hope
and as one hope arrived
money started stepping out
slowly at first
drip drip drip
Impossible thoughts mingled
with dreams promised
Dreams of love
then cleverly switched.
Rich money dreams
Too good to be true
heard but not heard
“easy” money
spoken with soft seduction
Just this
Then more
Drip drip drip
as day by day
More and more
Pleas - please - this will help
paid out like fishing line.
I knew I was hooked
Long before I could stop
and the damage - quite slow
All so fatal
grew
as the drip, drip, drip
became a flow
with one impossible dream
a promised solution
dangled
as a different blacker reality
dangled too

*So if I could offer
small sound advice
and love does leave
Then let it go
Don’t stay for saving face
or hope for its return
as Patience is a virtue, but,
another drip drip drip
may be waiting
to take the longings place
while the years play out like fishing line
leaving just disgrace