I watched you in your ivory tower~
Saw the pedestal you put yourself upon.
Gloating in your righteousness~
Imagining you were king of all.
I heard the stones that you cast~
Crumpling those that you aimed for.
The words you used, to put fear in their hearts~
Quick, you were, to be on the defensive.
Your tongue was double-bladed~
Sharp as a razor and cutting so deep.
You expressed it as caring and concern~
Never imagining yourself falling from grace.
Reality, has opened your eyes at last~
Although I could gloat, it isn't worth it.
For you see, I am now my own priority~
And finally, you are no longer an option for me.
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Posted: Nov 2010
About this poem:Just another memory from my mind.....