By Elizabeth egrieco@ptd.net
Date: 2 September 2000
Love's Drought
Love's Drought
The love you give to me
Is like the dried up fruit of a mango tree!
You sprinkle sparce dropplets of rain
To nourish me so scantily,
Without realizing that you've destroyed
The only good thing you've ever had
In your life, me.. your succulent fruit
You've once held so high upon your mantle tree!
Now your addiction is your preoccupation,
You know not yourself any longer,
For your mirror image is the only reality you seek,
Scared to face yourself and all of your inequities.
You try to debase everything around you,
In order to appease your need for righteousness,
But your curse has penetrated your very core,
And has left you drained of any compassion for others,
Because simply, you've unknowingly closed the door.
The path you've charted is not mine to follow,
For it is the pathway to gloom and doom.
I've reached out to you a quarter of a generation,
Sheltering your fears and holding you near
My tender heart, but you've continually chastised
Me for being who I am, a warm, loving nurturing woman,
Who you reject because I don't bow down to your vile demands!
You've killed the fruit in your garden, the most precious
Fruit you'll ever eat, me!
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