Poetry Prompt Day 12 – OctPoWriMo 2016, Prompt: Strong!

“Strong, you don’t know the meaning of the word”

you say while I think “wrong.” I belong elsewhere.

Let’s not prolong this charmless, harmless song.

You’ll have your bong with its pong scenting

no repenting, while I’m venting all night long.

Tonight you chose your scotch instead, I fled

before something bled, me probably. Can’t get it

in my head, that being good in bed means little

compared with all you said, that led to this brittle

dazed dead feeling, that’s left me kneeling, noncommittal.

 

end 10/12/2016 (2)

S. Darlington