tragedy

by iambe

that not said held over and over this

foolhardy head in the clouds of

that mistaken as all worth having

living for

that not asked swept under deeper

down deceit dark thunderheads

that threaten swamp which bears one's

head afloat

what not known not queried was

danger an axe passing swift as whistles

in what ear it wafts a sound warning

be aware

in your hands my demise poised no

signs no telltale laced smile on your

charm your sweet your expertise of

trust lure

i am fated fated fated fallen far

that gives a heart what urge

compelled urge to step the step

silence the whistle