I Failed to waste the needed time
To fully search; Identify,
Reflect Upon and then To Mine
[Not to mention Sit and Scribe]
Hidden Thoughts crouched in My Mind.

Next, I failed to clear the View,
By Cleaning Dirt I wrote for You
[All tied-up and gift-wrapped, too].
Sparkling not, my words stayed cruel:

“The One You Thought You Knew so well
Regrets Time Served with You in Hell!”

Trussed Up, Carved, and Butter-Basted,
Time – burnt, molding, dead and wasted,
Unfulfills Now Freedom’s Tasted.