When you sell your soul <br />for petty cash <br />or a dropshoot on the beach <br />don't crawl back <br />and demand a recount on the vote. <br /> <br />When you've lost it all <br />and you realize <br />that I delayed the draining of the basin <br />don't break down and cry on my shoulder. <br /> <br />When you're alone, <br />and abandoned, <br />and forlorn, <br />and I'm happy in my castle <br />I'll give you bread and water. <br /> <br />But you cannot stay here. <br /> <br />My star will flourish <br />and yours will burn out. <br /> <br />My life has meaning <br />and yours has cold, <br />dead hands grasping at your coattails. <br /> <br />They'll call your name <br />until your ears bleed. <br /> <br />They won't know your story. <br />They won't feel your heart <br />that is still buried in there <br />somewhere. <br /> <br />And in the dark horizon <br />I see new light for me <br />and a casket for you, <br />that I've cast in gold <br />and adorned in fine silk. <br /> <br />You deserved that once.<br /><br />Erica Francis<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/i-forgive-you-12/
