Reply to Thomas Bot’s ‘Ode to Regret’

did you find the groove along with the rain?
or was that just another fling you called— slain?

tell me before I slaughter myself with pain,
before I put a ground to your false words like grain.

are you not tired?
don’t you feel mis-wired?

gone’ to you is no decay
it is why we will wobble on this way

no matter how many rosaries my knees try to pray
everything we had will just be an ordinary day.

not a memory your thoughts can say,
not bed enough for this feelings to lay.

I will not say poems as a campaign
no! If I O.D, you’re the cocaine

remove me from these words, I feel detained
i am weak, I feel drained

I am water-tight with tears
they consume me more than those fears.

today is Friday, allow me to drown
let me wear this facade of smile as a gown.

Ruddapoet