Deeply Wounded

You reap what you sow.

Deeply Wounded

Left here rawboned in
agonizing dissonance,
I am but a misshapen
fledgling, hungrily seeking
that which you held
before me and then
greedily snatched away.

You have sunken your
talons into my flesh
for the final time,
have preyed on the
innocence of my love,
and have wrecked
all images of
forthcoming pleasantries.

Whatever Great Spirit
guides your wings,
I shall pray that you
are complimented
with the same
belligerent disregard
that you have
dowered to me.