You do not comprehend the world
Or the priority of material versus feeling
My pity will not turn your tides
Nor change concrete history between us
My rage will not play my heart’s balm
My emotional salve
And love turned hate will not placate
My confusion
Of how I meant so little to this Midas
A lead weight on this Icarus’s wings
Be careful of greedy ambition
And unprepared wings, my dear
Lest you turn them into
A well-deserved anchor
A caution to the headstrong and oblivious
Other factors exist beyond you
God’s palm will not stay the fate of folly
For the blind
And you are not God
Author notes
A break-up poem..... le sigh
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