By Crystevin
Date: 30 April 2000
Tongue in Cheek
Tongue in cheek
swallowed hard
as bitter the pill
of pride forsaken
another day, another week
inherited again
for the meek.
Rabid dogs lick old wounds
salted by the sweat of effort
frenzied by the pain
valor for the vain.
Walk away
close the door
lock it tight
heart on the floor
smearing a seemingly lifelong memory
in its bloody trail
honor for the frail.
Tongue in cheek
smiles, tears,
cries and fears
the gamut of emotions
are played out here
mind games for the head
lovelife of the dead.
Back to the Heart-on-Sleeve Corner