Burden Laden Heavier The Weight Poem by Wilfred Mellers

Burden Laden Heaver The Weight
Written by: Wilfred Mellers, Saturday, October 31,2015

I should have figured it all out,
I should've known what it was really about.
I should have never let you in,
I should have never allowed you under my skin.

I see now you were just like all the rest;
In my life, you were only a guest.
I should have known by the way you dressed;
Words for feelings were never expressed.

I should have seen it all coming,
That little voice in my ear was humming.
Your ways and means weren't forthcoming;
I should have noticed the monster you were becoming.

So easily harvested at the bar,
I should have recognized you for what you are.
Smitten by you, you caught my eye.
Once again, it was all a lie.

Your figure was the trigger that you pulled,
Abrasive in nature like common steel wool.
Wasted time here lays the real crime;
Many bridges to cross and many walls to climb.

Suicide never applied, for you weren't worth it;
A shrewd bandit working for your benefit.
Roads you paved were laid with question marks;
Sour grapes brew such bitter wines harks.

I should have realized you could never be mine,
Still, you sent shivers up and down my spine.
Manipulating and cultivating the worst kind,
My eyes were wide open, yet I was still so blind.

The lies you told were so easily sold;
Your conscience must have been paroled.
Callous was the wind that blew, with things to behold.
Cold, meaningless words, meant to have and to hold.

From a distance, I watched it all unfold;
Words you uttered, you couldn't uphold.
The prospector mines the fool's gold;
It's entirely my fault for not seeing what I was told.

If only this fool knew,
Picture-painted landscapes are seldom true.
I never saw straight, but always a skew,
Stuck in my jaw, and I could not chew.

Patiently waiting for the gumshoe,
Over the wall, my intellect flew.
I could never tame the shrew.
Just another chump standing in an endless queue.

As the ship capsized, I realized far too late,
The trap had sprung, and I was the bait.
The very lifeboat I had wouldn't inflate.
So much to tend to, and it's all on my plate.

The horse ran last out of the gate;
Circumstances now dictate a new mandate.
No more time for silly debates;
The situation now predicates.

All things fall, small or great.
Apples and oranges will never equate;
Envy and greed are truly innate,
And the burden gets heavier with the weight.