My attempt for day 23 of the 2011 April PAD Challenge.
For decades, you told me you’d change
my life. Instead you fed me habits
I couldn’t break and locked me up
in solitary. You return in new attire–
your glamour polished–but I know
your face behind the sparkle, all
the blemishes nobody sees
except for those you broke–like me.
Profound words flaunted hide the trivia
beneath. The noise clogs my mind until
it’s hard to think. You waste my wealth
on hoarding junk I’d never need
except to plug the holes in walls
I’d rather tear down. Never have
you helped in urgent times. You just
distracted me as you fondled
me. Perversions polluted thoughts
until I couldn’t look into
the eyes of my best friends. You stole
me into fantasies I couldn’t
escape, but as your glamour fades, it’s clear
you’re just another video game.
Don’t call me ’cause I won’t return.
Don’t tempt me with another promise;
you haven’t paid your original debt.
Don’t reach through friends I found in your absence
because they don’t like you much either. It’s
too late. I’m going back to the books I read
before you interrupted me.
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