Pass Me By
By Martin Dix
I’ve soaked up
as much poison
than I care to admit
Your lies
are a token,
extinguished to grit.
And I’m screaming,
inside my head,
for truth I am not fit.
The world moves on
and I’m left watching it
all pass me by.
Led astray,
like a lamb to slaughter,
how naive was I?
A whirlwind of
frozen, diluted promises,
didn’t I deserve a goodbye?
I’m shaken,
stripped to the core
by my inability to cry.
You have moved on and I’m left watching it
all pass me by.
It turns out
that I unwittingly
gave you a second chance.
Arriving in the same post code,
romantic as a first dance.
Fate or a broken,
suffocated choice
would bring on my advance.
I should move on
but I’m left watching it
all pass me by.
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