Ensnarer

Even when push comes to shove,
They fail to see beyond trivial stuff,
Believing what they think they see,
Ignoring the shadows always lurking.

And I just need to know.
Where did I go?

The ensnarer repeats what is now clichéd,
Adding her cents to a price well paid,
Encouraging confidence where it’s undue,
A lack of knowledge of victories few.

And I just need to know.
Where did I go?

An old wall where my friends would play,
Is the place they meet to discuss my ways,
And having read an old notebook of mine,
And read between each worthless line,
They learned all of my secret shames,
The words, the lies, the evil games,
And they decide to tell everyone I know,
I have left already, with nowhere to go.

And I wake up and just need to know.
Where is it now that I go?

Their epitaph scrawled across my grave,
Will be titled and lament the mistake they made,
Hating their judgments’ irreversible failure,
They really believed in their lord and saviour.

And I just need to know.
Where did I go?

The tears will fall at my ensnarer’s feet,
Larger always at the thoughts of deceit,
One red rose she will leave in my memory,
A mercy not shown by mourning enemies.

And I just need to know.
Where did I go?

They all gather around my broken ensnarer,
The only one who could be my heart’s bearer,
A world away from hope and love,
Staring at a an overhead dove,
Wishing that she too could fly,
Into the heart of that cloud’s eye,
To find me, confront me, call me pathetic,
And to tell me she loves me, and everything with it.

And I wake up and just need to know.
Where is now that I go?