As The Crow Flies Poem by Wilfred Mellers

As The Crow Flies
Written by: Wilfred Mellers, June 19,2015

The words I longed to hear have fallen silent.
Delusional at best, I must confess.
Certain this wasn't meant to be, I now see.
I'm not surprised by my unwise actions.

I made a big deal, but I just fell asleep at the wheel.
So slow does the grass grow while I eat crows.
Doors slammed shut, and I became the butt of the joke.
The weather gets hotter, and I should have known better.

The hog wallows in sorrows of its own making.
Time moves quickly, for nothing lasts long.
Such is the time I waste, moving at a snail's pace.
In quicksand, I stand as life passes by.

I am not unique; my words are not for the weak.
I begged for mercy, which brought me to my knees.
I thought it was worth trying while you were just lying.
Emotions turned to dust, for in you, I had put my trust.

I wagged my tail and danced the part.
Something found its way to my heart.
I wondered where it all went, the money I spent.
Up in flames, I watched it burn, the money I earned.

Days grow older as I squander moments.
I recall the memories of the great pretender.
Rivers run dry because it was all just a lie.
Places I've traded have added to the mistakes I've made.

I took a chance at romance; I danced the dance.
It turned into a waltz full of faults.
Words alluded to you were untrue in everything you did.
I swallowed my pride as my beliefs died.

I suppose it's all the same in this foolish game.
There's no answer to my prayers, for I wasn't a player.
Without any pretense, I had the utmost confidence in you.
There are no fairytale endings; by myself, I'm just existing.