Pain For Sale

There are a thousand hacking at the branches of evil to one who is striking at the root. - Thoreau

You sneak up behind me.

Plunging your dull knife into my back.

A sacrilegious sneak attack.

Love's sanguine artifact.

There's a price for everything.

I have nothing for you to steal.

I'm a warehouse of truth.

You're a liquidation of lies.

No one ever buys deceptive cries ...

Author's Note

"You have but little more to do than throw up your cap for entertainment these American days.... Farmers' sons will stare by the hour to see a juggler draw ribbons from his throat, though he tells them it is all deception. Surely, men love darkness rather than light." - Thoreau

Reviews

[John the Baptist]

Nicely rhymed piece here about betrayal in love, a particularly painful type of treachery. I don't get a sense of collapse or revenge, though. It's more as though the betrayer is seen as an object of pity. Aren't they all?

[Pete]

yes pitiful. betrayal has got to be the worst thing. no need for revenge here - what goes around comes around. as they say, karma is a you know what ... :)