Again you’ve struck at what you say is the heart
Of your world
You cannot see the precious gemstone as she watches
Silently growing
Further away with little or no respect
For anything you stand for in life
She sees a fool
To whom she smiles
Indulgently
Learning to grow up and away from you
Your strikes are almost written in stardust
Poisoned trails
Through the sky
Which will lead once more to the world hating you
As you’re convinced that it does
Not your fault
Got no blame
But someone else must always pay the price
For your own lack of feeling something
I can’t say what
I do not know
My hands are washed of your cruelly executed plans
Everyone’s a price or transaction to deal with
No humanity
In your empty
Piteous shell
Devoid
Transaction when she looks one day
In your cash register for a soul
Display reads
Void.
Ailsa
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