Leonard
Cohen sings waiting for the miracle
while I get
a message
and my life
gets broken
she says that
she can’t fathom
knowing me
and my foibles henceforth
the words
war was my subconscious fallacy
I could not
convey
that it was
a different me
sitting in
a lonely corner
of a heated
parapet
while I said
something
to terrify
her trajectory, with me
and Cohen
sings,
You wouldn't like it here
There ain't no entertainment
And the judgments are severe
There ain't no entertainment
And the judgments are severe
I didn’t
have to say
What I said
the other day
I didn’t
have to measure up
my words to
say something I did
all I did
was trying to play safe
and I ended
up hurting my space
I was some
actor on a play
where the
audience dreamt of a lost plot
The message
was clear from her side
I am the
bedrock of her hate
and I deserve
the fate
of surreal
accusations,
and the desolate
acceptances
I don’t
deserve her in the
notion of
my life
which has
more half-truths than fantasies
while I hear
Cohen now
his sad verse
cannot say or feel
what I feel,
at this moment
I feel like
letting go
She is not
coming back
It is like that
I am sitting by the ocean
that has
suddenly turned silent
from a
comic book
that I created
in my childhood
the colours
have all merged
into this
truth
You wouldn't like it here
There ain't no entertainment
And the judgments are severe
There ain't no entertainment
And the judgments are severe
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