Wasted Time

Oh fool of a woman,
to wag your tail once more at the feet
of a man who refuses to see it.
Patience is not your forte -
and yet you claim to have it in spades.
How will your wretched, willful heart stand it?
The waiting and hoping
and agonizing despair when he refuses you again?
The feral jealousy when another female
wins his favor...

Go back to your pen, your ink,
your paper that listens when others won't.
Why can you not admit defeat,
after all these years?
Are you a glutton for punishment?
Thrice knocked down -
thrice risen with bloody jaw.
I see your golden eyes flashing,
but your lupine soul cannot save you.

Knock down your king -
he was mated long ago and is no longer
worthy of protection.
Come back to the written word, to the
glory only to be found in solitude.
It is not so hard of a cross to bear,
especially with your practice.
Bear your colors with honor as we all must -
the banner of Wasted Time.