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.
My words were harsh but still sang true:
“The One You Thought You Knew so well
Regrets HER time with YOU in Hell!”
Trussed Up, Carved, and Butter-Basted,
Time – burnt, molding, dead and wasted,
Unfulfills Now Freedom’s Tasted.